the night is cold
my bag is filled with candies
I meet a pretty witch in the street
I want to share my candies with her
her bag was enormous
and I'm very greedy
I plunge my hand into her bag
there was nothing, it was strange
The witch looked me in the eyes
at that time, I realized my error
this was not a disguise
this girl was a witch
gluttony and death
Nice piece. Great work, I like it very much
Such an interesting piece! I could see where it was going, but you carried it out wonderfully. Great work!
Lol. I find this poem ironic. I'm a practicing pagan of 10 years now & had about 6 bags of candy stolen yesterday when I went in to get a drink. T'is the season for tricks I suppose, lol.