~ The Autumn witch~

Morning frost upon the fall grass, the Autumn witch
prepares for her black mass. Colors in the sky and in
the trees. Bring the Autumn witch down to her weary
knees. The black crows take flight, her staff she holds
so very tight, her spell will curse this very night.

In the distance she sees a brewing cloud, as she cries
out so very loud. Spirit of all Autumn day's and night.
Here these words you know my plight. Spirits of Earth,
Wind, Fire, and Ice. I command you now, I call out
twice.

Earth with the immense power of mother nature. Wind
that howls like a pack of hungry wolves. Fire more
intense very flames of Hell itself. Ice so cold, so deep and
pure. When these elements combine, no power can be
more.

With that proud gleam in her eye, she let's out a selfish
sigh. The trade has been made, the deal is now done. The
curse of the Autumn witch has now begun.

When the sun is next to rise, you will not believe your very
eye's. She has shed her wrinkled old skin like a snake. Her
hair has grown back long and dark, soft like silk. Her skin
now glows like a fresh pale of milk. With such stunning blue
eye's that no man can resist. She wanders off into the early
morning mist.

The leaves and plants begin to all wither away, short and cold
now is every day. Each year this price we will have to pay. But
the Autumn Witch can never stay. Just remember, that wrinkled
old witch will return again next September...

Stefano