Twisted Sisters

Rancid stench from the
smoldering cauldron as
it boils fat from bones

Carried through the wind
the howling souls float
in the crisp night air

Silver moon lights up
the dark sky while bats
flutter and pass by

Witches cast their deadly
spells with skin and bones
from pigs and toads

Chanting as one they starve
for flesh on this haunting
night of sickly wails