Witches Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea

Deep in the fire, deep in the snow,
A witch tells a tale of long ago.
Inside the fortress, outside the town,
A witch wears a really, really long gown.

Go to the darkness, go to the sun,
A witch calls the day for evening fun.
Death in the nursery, birth in the grave,
A witch sings a song in the wrong octave.

Sleeping in peace, sleeping in war,
A witch wants tp go somewhere very far.
Buying a planet, buying what's free,
A witch gently weeps under a tree.