Black magic
Cats
Walking around the halls

The cauldron steams
Pieces of chants
And whispered grants
Under gowns

No tricks
No treats

Just a witch
Influenced by what
She saw on t.v.

Purrs and scratches
On backs
Magic nails
Under pointed hats
Black

Walking around the halls
You smell the stirring of vats
Of pigtails and rats

And you see a black cat crossing
Where you entered its path

And you wondered
Where is the way back
To the magic
You had
Before evil attacked

Your bag

    Of candy