Witch-Hunt

In the witch house, shadows dance Where the moonlight falls in trance The walls are thick, the floorboards creak As spirits rise and secrets leak The air is heavy with ancient magic As the witch conjures up her tragic Tales of love and loss and woe Echoing through the halls below The fire burns, the cauldron boils As the witch weaves her wicked toils Her potions brew, her spells take hold As the night grows old and the stories are told But beware, dear traveler, if you dare To knock upon the witch's lair For she is powerful, and she is wise And her secrets are not for your eyes So enter if you dare, but must be warned For in the witch house, welcomes are not war...View all