The witch is dead?
Can this be?
My sister is gone,
so why am I happy?
Am I the wicked
and not the good?
Are these feelings I'm feeling
to be understood?
If the wicked do not rest
will she find her peace?
Did the evil she possess
get passed on to me?
There's a smile on my face
to mask my pain.
I will mirror the Munchins
celebration in vain.
"Ding ****!", They cheer
parading down the road,
celebrating Dorothy
and her little dog, Toto.
She murdered my sibling
by her twisting home.
She came from Kansas
a place unknown.
Who is the child,
that is getting applause?
A demon to destroy
the Witches of Oz?
I need to send her back
with a simple spell,
back to Kansas;
back to hell.
I may be the next witch
on her list,
to eradicate
with a house that twists.
The Emerald wizard will answer her call.
For there’s no place like home, after all.
"Begone, before somebody drops a house on you too!" - Glinda, the good witch of the south