The Dark Witch

In the forest deep, where the shadows dwell,

Lives a witch so dark, she's feared and fell.

She casts her spells, with a cackle so loud,

And brews her potions, with a toxic shroud.

Her eyes are cold, like a winter's night,

And her skin is pale, like a ghostly sight.

She rides her broom, with a wicked glee,

As she searches for, her next decree.

The townsfolk cower, at the mention of her name,

For they know her magic, is not a game.

Her curses bring, the worst of fates,

And her hexes seal, the deadliest gates.

The dark witch, she's feared and reviled,

For her power is great, and her magic wild.

But in her heart, there's a sadness too,

For the world fears her, and she's so few.

So let us not judge, the witch so dark,

For her life's been hard, from the very start.

And if we show her, kindness and light,

Perhaps she'll see, the world in a different sight.

-new king