A spell caster lived in woods
Always face covered by hoods
People stay away saying it's a witch
And only seen when day turns pitch
I don't believe in black magic ofcourse
But most say it exists because
The spell caster here is no devil
It protects the people, the shrine from evil
Once a bad witch brought kiosk to the people
Emerged amongst the few, this spell caster
With full knowledge of magic and spell master
Yet so many fear its powers and spells
But it never cause harm to any who wishes well
Its name is "HAUK", and it entertains no joke
With a shaft in a hand it walks
In its own world, it hardly talks
Yes, it's a human for sure
This village was an interesting tour...
©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.