A Coven Of Witches Poem by charlotte harris
A Coven Of Witches
A coven of witches,
Could boil me alive,
But first I'd need defrosting,
Because I'm frozen up,
From the gails blowing around,
And when I think they've stopped,
They return, stronger then ever,
So now all I need is sun,
But it's hidden away for good.
A coven of witches,
Could boil me alive,
But I'd take too long to defrost,
So they probably wouldn't want to.
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