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Pyrrha Oct 2018
Hex
Through her fingertips she casts a pretty little spell
It fills with words she feels about a petty little devil
Replaced by her blind rage, a hex slips past her lips

Never ******* a pagan witch
In honour of Samhain
Khushi Batra Oct 2018
A sinister night,
Where cheeks are flushed
And face is light,
I ran towards my sister,
With a bucket of candy and eyes of a devil,
“Booooooo” I frighten her.
“Aaaaaaaa” she screams.
Oh my, it’s me, your sister.
How’s the ghost’s costume?
Happy Halloween!
-@enchantingnachokitten
Tylese Oct 2018
The girl walks slow,
as the sticks behind her begin to crush,
she turns to discover a doe...
she convinces herself that she is in no rush,

She slowly approaches the beautiful creature,
as it stares into her perfect ocean eyes,
for the doe stayed still,
its calmness was an amazing feature,
she thought her brain was telling lies...

Until she touched it,
its soft fur,
its little ears,
"Oh, you're gorgeous..." She spoke...

The doe continued off on about its day,
the girl was heartbroken...
when she got home,
she wrote about the creature...
almost every day...

For she had cast a spell,
for animals to be calm around her more,
and you'll never guess what this witch found at her door...
Let's just say... She lived happily ever after...
Anya Oct 2018
Once for the witches rabbit hole
And twice for the foxes hymn
While one began to pluck her mole
The other tricked and teased men
Though two and the same
They’re known for different years
And both are to blame
For trickery and fears
erin Oct 2018
The necromancer danced on her grave. The ground shook with every step the witch took, rumbling the ground beneath and making the corpse she had planted cling to the cool dirt for dear death. And then, the dirt began to give.

Sunlight burned on the girl’s blue skin, turning it a ghastly shade of porcelain like Wednesday Addams. She rolled over in her grave, and closed her eyes, refusing the inevitable fate of the undead. But her wings started flapping, and she rose up, the witches hand clawing into her back and dragging her back to life. And as the screeching of the megalomaniac forced her wide eyes open and the dried ancient blood away, she wished she were dead.
i'd appreciate criticism- i really want to improve my poetry game. if you can guess what this is about, i'd love to hear it.
zebra Apr 2018
dark cupid witch
legs tied to throat
devil ***** twitch
******* in a mote

i've got the itch
feet scorched in rope
hot ******* *****
hells dark pope

oh dragon man
take my life
unwind me slow
i'm summer ripe

countess ****
dark girl feeding
the sun is no more
loves the bleeding
zebra Aug 2018
the witches
they don't take no ****

feminists with a wand
made from a femur
wrapped in ***** hair,
fingernails, and spit

no
not good little passive girls
although amused by a good spanking
for laughs that titillate
from a red wicked dicked old man
with slippery fireballs
like a spicy cherry pepper
that slurps filths coves
through a black tongue
and open-mawed bite

******'s queens
oiled torsos and bond fires
drenched ornaments for laughing snakes
that spread like spider webs
while the whips flash licks
hells tender blood kiss

insatiable prayers
and
******* rituals
mixed like bones in broth
with intricate sigils and saliva red
menstruum her holy sacrament
that shapeshift crones into young girls prancing
and bind water to stones

her spell can crack your skull
like a mules kick
and melt your eyes
like nuclear skies

no
the witches
they don't take no ****
Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
Little witch boy
Dancing near the fire
Your golden hair
Couldnt shine any brighter

Little witch boy
Playing in the west sea
You watch the tide pools
Magic only you can see

Little witch boy
Walking through the trees
The spells you cast
Let you hear the leaves

Little witch boy
Raised by a coven
Your heart is warm
Like a *** belly oven

Little witch boy
Now you've grown
And your magic is strong
You know what you own

Little witch boy
What will you do
Lead your life
Or let darkness come for you
Being raised by a seaside coven gives you an interesting attitude towards life
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