The Moon was full and round and bright.
He stepped from the woods to the clearing.
Her devilish utterances breached the night.
What evil am I hearing?
With the candle lit she launched her spell
Vines sprung forth. The intruder was bound.
Damning his vanquished soul to Hell
piece by piece dropped to blood-soaked ground.
Blowing her flame toward the blood-red stains
It danced through the air till atop the pile.
Making a campfire of heaped human remains
and then instantly disappearing this witch - so vile.
Let it be said though, that she has not since been seen
This Witch is out there, somewhere … every Halloween.