~Witches~
Cold
as bitter frost
They
come
Ugly
as a forest blight
Warped
and twisted
Spreading
only shadows
In
their wake
Harsh
as winter wind
They
scorch
Turning
foliage brown with rot
Crooked
as old branches
Stooping,
creaking
As
they tread
Rancid
as dead meat
Their
breath
Whispering
of miseries
Of
pain and horror
Shedding
only nightmares
As
they speak
Sharp
as ragged thorns
Their
tongues
Ensnaring
victims with their spells
Spitting
poison
Spiteful,
gloating
As
they laugh
Eyes
like dying coals
They
stare
Watching
as you soundly sleep
Waiting
now for you to choke
Twitching,
blissful
At
your death
Rubbing
hands with glee
They
cackle
Gathering
your cold remains
Grinding
them to dust
Tasting,
licking
At
your bones
Underneath
the moon
They
dance
Weaving
a grotesque parade
Hunched
and ragged
Seeping
through the night like dreams
Seeking
out your mortal terrors
Dread
and trepidation
…Fear
All
of these, their seeds
Beware.
~
