Disclaimer: I don't own the Worst Witch

Hey guys! This is my first upload so I thought I'd do a short series of poems to get myself started. Please read and review because I don't know if they're any good. :)

The night falls gentle upon the earth, but hard within the heart of the terrified child. She knows what's to come, draws herself in to a tiny ball and closes her eyes. In an attempt to make it go away. She'll need to pray tonight.

Foot steps are coming down the hall. "Please no" is whispered. "Please go" is prayed

The air turns cold as a shiver runs down her spine. Constance will need to pray tonight because she is coming.

The door creaks open on a rusty hinge and a figure sweeps in to the door way. The sight of the figure makes her cringe.

She'll need to pray tonight.

"G-Good evening Mistress B-Broomhead" speaking without permission was a mistake. Mistress Broomhead's reptilian eyes filled with rage then constancce knew that she's being locked inside a pain filled cage.

She'll need to pray tonight.