My first poem on fanfiction! Tell me what you think! :D


Witch

They cut across the sky,

with their capes, they make a shadow on the moon,

they fly so high, way up past the rooftops.

You know who they are,

you can recognize them, like you would a group of stars.

It's a witch that you see,

flying on her broom,

on her way home,

to go brew some potion,

to go find a spell.

It's a witch that you see,

whom you accuse of being cruel and mean,

but remember, don't point and accuse,

because the witch that you see could be me.