The Witch

Add a little of this, add of little of that,

Bubble, bubble on top of the fire.

Green liquid falls onto the floor,

Leaving a puddle of acid.

A rotten smell fills the room,

Making the person want to gag and vomit.

However, the person behind the potion pays no mind,

In, fact she seems quite used to it.

She stirs slowly,

Ever so slowly.

She does not want to make a mistake,

One little mistake could kill everyone.

Crackle, crackle,

The fire goes.

She adds something to the pot,

No one knows what it is.

Stirs again,

Looks into the pot.

She smiles,

It is going quite well.

Just a little longer...

Just a little longer...

She takes a spoonful out,

And walks over the corner.

A person is there screaming,

She pays no mind.

She forces the person's mouth open,

And dumps the green stuff done his throat.

The person screams as the acid races through his body,

He screams as he dies.

The woman steps back,

And smiles at the body.

All is done...

All is well...

On to the next one...