Walking through the valley
Shadow of Death
You will not tally
Broomstick sweep,
and clear the alley,
deep within this valley
Form a circle
Lock it tight,
We will sweep,
all through the night,
eyes focused,
beautiful Moonlight
Charge our circle, and
keep it tight
Broomsticks work,
through the night
Death be gone
No longer in sight
Never tally on
Moonlight night,
Special broomsticks
Sweep so right
Best in a circle
That is tight
Grim Reaper
Your finished, and
Out of sight.

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney