As evening drew on into night <br />The rat, the cat, the bat and the owl <br />Left by the window that opened without a hand <br />To go about their business <br />Leaving only the sleeping toad <br />To each the other was an old friend <br />The witch, to whom these creatures were familiars <br />Sat on a three legged stool near the fire <br />Stirring a small cauldron, with a long spoon <br />Talking to the wall or herself, or maybe the skull <br />That sat on the mantelpiece above the fire <br />'While I stir', quoth the witch <br />'I think on things past, for I am the last of my kind <br />Long ago I was feared, had status, was rich <br />Yet today, most of what I brewed then <br />Can be bought from a shop in the town <br />'Tis only the spells and in this days' world <br />I very much doubt I could find what I'd need' <br />With this, she lifted the cauldron to the table <br />And sat to eat her supper, in between bites, <br />She still talked to the skull <br />If I had in store, what I had then, and could grant any wish <br />Probably between us, we'd annihilate the world' <br />She sighed as she glanced at the rows of dusty, empty jars and boxes <br />Even her broom stick had only a few twigs <br />But theh something occurred that hadn't happened <br />In centuries; the skull, human with two curling horns <br />Spoke in a voice like distant thunder <br />While all the time its' eyesockets glowed red <br />'Don't cocern yourself, old witch <br />About annihilating this world <br />With the people that presently occupy it <br />It's halfway there already' <br />And it laughed like a demon from hell.<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-witch/
