Witch Of the Forest

A room filled with the smoke of wisdom

Bottles and tubes of liquid boredom

Potion of love in a pitch black cauldron

Violet bubbles pop up in a rhythm

She grinds crushed beetles into soft dust

Drinking the elixir youth is a must

She takes her broom and flies with a thrust

Shadowing the silky moon with lust

A black cat with shiny eyes of yellow-green

Crystals and rings of gold that sheen

Muddy ankle boots rest on a wooden beam

Fire cracks make sounds up just like a plea

She read spells from the book of shadows

Make sure the mouse squeak loud when swallow

She crochets a cardigan with hair tied below

Nails of strangers on near cotton pillow

Stars peep into the lonely cottage of the forest

Through cracked glasses that hide all horrors

Boys and men who entered in cheer fullest

Never came out but died out of pain of terrors

- Malki Andrews