Witches Groom
I walked out in the night, my hand’s soon froze
The air was so chilled it sank deep to my bones.
I happened to notice her standing there
The cold wind wiping her long dark hair
I approached her with a gentle smile
“My dear have you been waiting a while?”
She turned to me with feline eyes
Her beauty took me by surprise
I realized I was staring rudely
She laughed, smiled, and beckoned to me
The intoxicating smell as I drew close
She introduced herself simply as “Rose”
The gown she wore was elegant black lace
It fit her devlish curves with grace
She slipped her slender arms through mine
Her soft word purrs that made me sigh
She led me smiling down the street
A black cat darted past our feet
Frogs mocking croaked somewhere near
Whispers of shadows filled my ear
Slightly fearful I hesitated
The world around us evaporated
Only the dark pavement remained below
Covered in feathers from a poor black crow
Blinking I asked if all was well
She smiled dangerously “It’s just a spell,”
Like a puppet I could not resist
The world vanished in her deceiving mist
I wondered briefly what she lacked
The classic old broom or the crocked black hat?
She released me as we reached the end
A creeping black widow fell from my hand
I tried to run but it was too late
Her voodoo doll controlled my fate
We stood now among several graves
In her hand appeared a shiny curved blade
And I her sacrifice soon to be
To increase the power of her magic x3
Her ferocity over, I was thrown in a tomb
My name soon forgotten, a black witches groom.
