A Witch For A Life Poem by Omega Morgenstern

Who will trade
this witch for a life?
No potions or shade
of magic in rife

Tell me, who will trade
this witch for a life?

Her hair is like angel's
but her words are a knife
for she is like devils,
her eyes black and white

She never felt hatred
or that's what we thought
But sweet Caroline danced
under the moon of blood

Some say she stabbed
her husband in his sleep
others said he drowned
or that poison was drinked

But not a single man
dares to go beyond the pond
The fact is that she sinned
Our Caroline the blond

They all lived in fear
of her hands and smiles,
they never went as near
than to wish her harm

Althought we know she's wicked
no one dares to react

but tell me who would trade
this witch for a life?