Wicked Witch of the W…
Between the North and South
A place with a mouth
And things with of the dark
Things with a bark…
In these wastes she lives
Celebrating curses' eves
Revelling in the blight
Under the covers of night…
Speak not her name
For with a scowl she came
When the last cried out,
And swiftly snuffed them out…
But it doesn't end there
No, no, she hadn't had her share.
So she scorched the earth
And cackled with mirth…
Salting the land before she left,
Dragging souls where ends met
There she bled their souls
For ruby tea, brew above coals…