THE WITCH

 An orphaned mother of hell, sitting on the throne,
Comes the stench of her excreting smell,
While licking the last of her prey's human bones.

Remains of dripping human flesh upon her gown,
With pieces of meat between her teeth,
Upon her horrid cold ghoulish frown.

Blood drips from her finger tips,
As she removes them from their eye sockets.
Then licks them clean to a glittering sheen,
While his intestines line her pockets.

She picks his skull up, and looks to it with a twitch,
“One should think twice and always be nice,
When confronting a seasoned witch”.