Witches Carnival
by Draconic Spirit

The night was dark and dank
Within the castle's walls
People in the towers drank
Without shouting any calls

In the town below the tower
The peasants fearfully cower
Awaiting the wicked witches arrival
To the carnival of survival

With a swish and a cackle
The witches filled the sky
Flying free without a shackle
Like the dragons fly.

Witches landing with a graceful glide
Upon their brooms of straw and wood
Like a shooting star stride
As fast as they could.

They cast their spells of evil
Upon you as if you were a weevil
Those witches with kind hearts
Would stay away from these parts.

If you visit the town below the tower
Be prepared to cower
When the witches arrive
Pray that you survive.