Devanshi Khetarpal (17th March 1999 / Bhopal)
The Dome Of Witchcraft
The dome of witchcraft
Amongst the marshes and the dark.
I heard a wolf's howl there
And screams of a million bloke.
There are broomsticks and wands
And bats hang upside down.
No one ever comes back
And I doubt that I would too.
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