The Wicked Witch Poem by HAZEL Calumarde
The Wicked Witch
The wicked witch has fallen
when he desired to catch the silver shoes
but never did he succeeded
when the girl turned toward her
and pour down the water
he never expected to be the answer.
Poor witch,
now he's just a memory.
He's just melted away with
his greed and avidity
for power to procure the girl
he longed to have as his possession.
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