Cooking Up Stories
Cooking Up StoriesClouds of ghastly ghostly beings
Floating, dancing for their queen
Just above her head it seems
Spirits from beyond
She has got a thing or two
On this night set out to do
Make herself some witches brew
Cooking up some stories
A little fear she'll first toss in
Give the mix a little spin
Add a pinch of mortal sin
Just to give it spice
Now some lies she must stir in
Smiling with a Serpents grin
Foes will fall and she will win
Once her stew is boiled
A spider's web shall do just fine
She adds the trap just in time
To capture all whose eyes are blind
To her evil doings
"What is left now," is her thought
"To perfect my vicious plot
All who drink shall know me not
As I really am"
"I'll just put in a bit of me
But twist it backward so they'll see
Who they each hope I will be
This shall serve me well"
She is the queen of wicked things
The witch of dark and broken dreams
Seduces hearts to task her schemes
To make the righteous fall
If you have an earnest soul
She'll seek a way to take control
An evil pawn will be your role
In causing pain to others
So just be careful do not blink
And give yourself some time to think
Before you taste her vicious drink
Her poison to your soul
If you drink it time will tell
It's ill intent won't serve you well
As you fall under her spell
She'll cast you in her likeness
A mirrored image of a witch
Cruel intents will be your nitch
As you walk beside the B*tch
She'll lead you to Hell's door
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