When the blood moon shines high
in All Hallows' Eve sky
be ye ware of the witch's hex
her cauldron a-bubble
she stirs up her trouble
the villagers all to perplex
With her familiar beside her
She throws in some spiders
And frog spawn and furry bat wings
she adds leaves of henbane
and then purple vervain
To her potion of dead slimy things
three drops of owl's tears
to incite all the fears
in the minds of the good folk of Ipswich
She adds one final thing more
the sharp tusk of a boar
and the concoction turns black as pitch
then she mutters and chants
in a wild witchy dance
round the flickering infernal flames
and all her spell-casting
leaves her breathless and gasping
and her eyes glittering red and insane
As the townsfolk all sleep
the witch hex doth creep
through the air to surround the poor town
with its shimmery wake
the hex starts to quake
the town vanishing without a sound
no trace it left there
disappeared into thin air
and the townsfolk utterly vexed
standing dumb in their nightshirts
bare feet in the cold dirt
hapless victims of an old witch's hex
About the Creator
Sara Little
Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community
Comments (1)
Really enjoyed reading this and thanks for sharing. I have posted a review of your work and others in my weekly roundup of the best on Vocal. You will see it at: https://vocal.media/journal/this-week-s-reviews-five You might also be interested in an article I wrote about how to write convincing witchy stories: https://vocal.media/journal/writing-witches-and-witchery A couple of my witchy stories too: 1) https://vocal.media/fiction/dark-clouds-gather-part-one 2) https://vocal.media/fiction/learning-to-fly-nqbng70qhw If you get a chance to read any of these, please let me know what you think. Thanks and best wishes, Ray