She cried like
a baby whimpering
alone in an
abandoned room.
Like a wolf
at the full moon,
she howls.
As if to
magically call down
the powers of
the spirits from
their hidden places,
she utters those
strange words
into her cauldron,
out of which
came out a
strange smelly
choking dark smoke.
Her sinister smile,
a warning to
keep your distance
from the abode.
Close by is
the figure of
a gargoyle where
she fetched her
rain water.
Laboreka-kwashindo-
kakiska hin,
she screamed with
a cracked deafening
voice that sends
chills up the spine.
And the firmament
responded with a
super sounds of
thunderstorm shattering
the sky night.
The last witch
of Avulalon from
the lineage of Adim
conjuring her magic.
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