She rides on her vicious broom
Wandering and casting spells
She learns of the world, subtly
Rising into the abyss of perspicacious vice.
She oozes of mystic
Is sly like a fox
She lives in a shed
With her nocturnal creatures,
Under her spell
She speaks of evil
Mesmerizing the folks
Excels at camouflaging
Paving her way by tricks
Her motto being “Be evil to live”
She hides in the mist
Dwelling in the darkness
Nowhere to be found
Labyrinthine Reveries 