WITCHES

Lay gently down your head my sweet,
For you its time to go to sleep,
Be calm this quite eerie night,
For soon the witches take up flight.

The witching hour will soon be here,
And with it come the howls and cheers,
As they go on broomsticks high,
Among the clouds the witches fly.

Reflecting shadows past the moon,
Beware for they will be back soon,
When they've flown from here to hell,
Back they come to cast their spells.

To the caldron they will go,
Pouring potions too and throw,
Making spells to please their whims,
Dancing as they live in sin.

But if you sleep inside your bed,
They'll pass you bye as if you're dead,
Tomorrow when you wake you'll see,
The world is just the same for thee.

By B Kingsford Copyright 2004

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