Witches Broom:
Whisk away the swirling sky speedy and sly, the witch will fly.
Quick as the crack of the bullwhip, the witch races to her quip.
Hover she does, in her opus, physics occupies no propriety.
Be her wicked or warm, her touch can turn you to dust.
She shimmers in and out, visits dimensions Einstein pined about.
This one a little H2O will only make her glow.
Spells she spins to inspire her desires.
Cauldron to stir like a melting mirror, to locate future fates.
Did she just morph into a cat, who knew she could change like that?
With a gaze, she can trance you into a daze.
Wave her hand a poof you are in the nether land.
Best befriend this wonder she is worse an enemy than a friend.
Clap her hands a dash of alchemy, transfigure lead into gold.
Whisper like a ghost her thought hypnotize everyone almost.
Prick her finger on a thorn of a black rose that grows upside down in a ravine this witch ceases to exist.
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.I love, love, love this!! Have you cross-posted it to the Hallowe'en group??
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