The Witch's Spellbook

A witch's brew in a cauldron stew,

With eye of newt and wing of bat too,

Stirred with a wand, with a whispered chant,

The magic brew is ready to enchant.

From ancient tomes and grimoires old,

The witch's spells are whispered bold,

With incantations and mystic arts,

She weaves her spells and plays her parts.

She calls upon the spirits of the night,

To aid her in her spellbound flight,

With power drawn from the earth and sky,

The witch's magic can never die.

So beware of the witch's spellbook,

And the incantations that it took,

For the witch's magic is ever strong,

And can lead you to where you don't belong.

-new king