Halloween is over
Halloween is over,The old witch is dead.
The witches cauldron shakes,
Because it knows it will be another
year, Before it's masters awakes.
Unless some unfortunate soul,
Wakes her whilst she's dead.
Three taps of her witching stick,
is all that it would take, To awaken her
the whole world over would shudder,
As she begins to wake from her deathly slumber.
Unless it's all souls night at midnight,
As the clocks strike thirteen.
A sight Never before will be seen,
For at that ungodly hour.
Who ever welds her stick,
Will forever hold her power.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-12-01 at 04:13
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