Witches

Witches short poem

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There’s fury in the sky

With a full moon hanging low

Something’s creeping slowly

And the wind has no control

The evil that lingers

Is the evil that will seize

Surrounded by the nothingness

Escape is out of reach

Witches are hunting me down

And I can’t run

My hands are bruised and bleeding

From scraping through the fear

Survival and its instinct

Have nowhere to hide here

The heavy wings of darkness

Are preying to caress

The only thing worth clinging to

Is my last shallow breath

Witches are hunting me down

And I can’t run

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