Down deep into the forest, she walked within the trees,
a hooded cloak of deepest black, sways around her knees.
Collecting herbs and berries, a special potion to make,
one that will succeed this time, she has a spell to break.
Foxes cowered as she past, birds stayed in their nests,
no one walked these woods alone, crows the only guests.
A baby rabbit, not knowing, was swiped by her clawed hand,
she didn’t feel remorse at all, she believed it was her land.
The witch continues walking, through woods and over steams,
be careful to avoid her, as she has access to your dreams.
(sinister ) Ha Ha Ha Ha 😉