In the corner of the bedroom,
Where but one can see;
Sits a witch,
With hand on bended knee.
She sits and stares,
With big green eyes;
And the one that sees,
Begins to cry.
She sits she moves,
Across the floor;
And the one that sees.
Cries even more.
She moves at night,
She moves at day;
The one that sees,
Screams “Please go away!”
No one knows,
But the one that sees;
The terror the horror,
The witch in the corner can be.
She cries and cries,
To be left alone;
For the witch in the corner,
To please be gone.
The look of terror,
On her pretty face;
The one that sees,
Her heart will race.
For the one that sees,
Please say a prayer;
So she may find peace
In her sleepless hour.
Thanks for readin’.
Tim
PUBLISHED: April 17, 2014