The Witch of the East

Beware, she’ll find you

She’s lurking right behind you

She’ll put you in her bag

Among her dirty rags

Her voice can spill the seas

Make lightnings split the trees

It can cause earthquakes

Volcanos, they will wake

Every naughty brat

A furry, smelly rat

A trophy for the witch

Just another stitch

For her body and her skin

To make her young and thin

The trophy will be fed

And soon, but not yet, dead

It will first fatten, grow

And when it starts to show

Like lamb it be slaughtered

And put in boiling water

Its blood it will be drained

Yes, it will feel such pain!

She will skin it, yes, alive

And here she will strive 

To leave no holes, no tears

This is something she will wear

At the ball on this amazing day

She’ll be pretty, they will say

“She’s getting younger every year

That’s why she is so feared

Queen of the magic feast

The feared witch from East

The secret to her beauty - hers

In children’s blood she does immerse

She does that each and every day

There is no other way

Jelly from their bones she cooks

Solely, solely for her looks

A necklace from their eyes she makes

From their flesh a cake she bakes

No waste is left, she’s sure

Their teeth are used as cure

And wigs from hair so divine

For days and weeks she dines

She does prefer them blond and fair

To such she once was an au-pair

For Devil’s children, nobody would care

Innocent, and lovely, unaware

A sacrificial offering she was

A puppet, broken, lost

The children - toxic, evil, demons

From cursed and wicked semen

They took her soul, they took her mind

There was nothing left behind

She was a shell, and empty vessel

In her heart vile venom nestled

Chased away - the woods her home

And every night she roams

She finds a trophy every day

And for the past she makes him pay

She takes good care of her looks

And jelly every day she cooks  

That’s how its been

Every day is Halloween

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