ravens squawked
on that half moon night
the people in the village
were filled with fright

a scary portent lingered
upon the forest dell
the black sorcerer
was mixing a horrid spell

winds whirled
in an agitated manifest
evil twas the potion
prophetic its guest

horror sprung
from the cauldron's brew
atop the hills
smokey fires did spew

eerie groans emanated
inside the sorcerer's chest
the incarnate devil
dwelt in his breast

he opened his mouth
to consume a gnarly toad
as the fleeing villagers
ran along the forest road