Witch

Cauldron's boiling 
Fire's burning 
Smoke is slowly twisting,turning 
A pinch of this, a dash of that 
Upon my head, a withces hat 
I close my eyes as magick flows 
Around me quick the darkness grows 
Ancient words escape my lips 
The power of my soul it grips 
Shallow breaths escape me now 
Beads of sweat upon my brow 
I cast a spell into the night 
A burning power I can not fight 
Up from the ground dark shadows rise 
A hint of mischief in their eyes 
Moaning, groaning they take flight 
Into the darkest, moonless night.

Reviews

[Agyani]

Hello Marlice
This is a good poem! I had a great time reading it!
It almost seemed like a musical, each line adding bits of theatricality
I imagined the witch with a frenzied expression, obsessed with her work, entranced with what she let out into the world.
I especially loved the line "A hint of mischief in their eyes." :D

[Relic]

Impressive rhymes and interesting topic. Keep up the good work.

[Marlice Morgan]

thank you so much

[TempleOfNothing]

Powerful imagery, every description painted a vivid image in my mind as I read on.

[Marlice Morgan]

Thank you so much