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.
