The Witch

A witch lived in a cottage deep in the forest.
She kidnapped daughters and sons.
Towns people hunted her with torches,
Some disappeared one by one.
One night, a boy found her house,
The rest of the group fell behind.
He saw and followed a cute little mouse,
That led him in to a trap deep inside.
His foot caught in a bear trap,
The boy screams to the top of his lungs.
The blood attracted rats,
He heard rodents run.
They devoured his eyes,
Chewed on his tongue.
They sang to his cries.
Drank blood from his gums.
He began to wither away.
All that was left was bone.
The eerie squeaks began to fade.
Then the witch arrived home,
She smelled his fresh remains.
Tossed them into a black pot
She spoke the words of her spell,
All the  children that fought,
Were still burning in hell.
A portal was open,
The towns people heard their cries.
An angry mob of men,
Had finally arrived.
Rainfall.
Thunder in the sky,
The witch confronted them.
They all fell for her lies.
Her spell convinced them
To be animals,
Their libido raised up high.
Then cannibals,
Reason became a prisoner
Caged in her eyes.
The men naked.
Covered in filth,
Penetration
made them ill.
Eating each other alive,
Dressed in feces and mud.
She brought them demise,
Now free to drink the children's blood.