In a quaint little town, there lived a witch so fair
With hair black as night and streaks of blue to share
She roamed the streets with an air of mystery
With a gaze that could pierce through the deepest history
Her beauty was unmatched, her presence so strong
But cross her path with ill intentions, and you'd be in the wrong
For she was not one to be trifled with lightly
Her powers were vast, her vengeance mighty
Many whispered tales of the black and blue haired witch
Some said she could grant wishes, others called her a bitch
But be warned, dear reader, tread carefully in her domain
For if you dare insult her, you'll suffer great pain
She was kind to those who showed her respect
But to the wicked and cruel, she showed no neglect
Her judgments were fair, her decisions just
But cross her, and you'd unleash a demon's lust
Some said she was a savior, a protector of the weak
Others claimed she was a monster, a creature to defeat
But one thing was for certain, in that little town
The black and blue haired witch wore a glorious crown
Her powers were legendary, her spells unmatched
She could summon storms with just a flick of her hand
But beneath her power and beauty, lay a heart so pure
A heart that desired justice, of that you can be sure
So beware, dear reader, of the black and blue haired witch
For she may be beautiful, but she's not one to snitch
Respect her authority, honor her name
And you'll find a powerful ally, in the witch of fame.
- Author: Santajah Douglass (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 26th, 2024 20:54
- Category: Short story
- Views: 7
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