Witches Rise

In response to bwarren’s
Sunday Whirl Wordle #678

In a realm ghoulish and cold
dead witches of old
wait all year for this night

An eve when wicked tricks
they weave from within their crypt
to cast a spell into the wind

They spin it and twist it
then wrap it around
all witches buried underground

As one they all rise on broomsticks as one
seeking the innocent
to wreck Halloween Fun!

2 responses to “Witches Rise”

  1. A very apt Halloween poem Ami. Lovely

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