The witch held death like a thousand lies
Her crooked wand flashed a vivid light
And her crow circled round about in the sky
The ground crawled with snakes and blight
I snapped the squatchs neck and got real
The death of the ape caused her lips to quiver
In my distraction she slapped me with zeal
And her wretched touch gave me a shiver
So into the river I tossed the silver spoon
She gasped in horror and cast a time spell
Moments passed and I awoke in a swoon
Lost in her arms I could taste the ladies smell
Near the moon I swelled in her sweet trance
Night after night I knew only bliss and grace
In a dream I saw the succubus and her dance
I took the spoon and stabbed her in the face
In the moment of her death I felt prying eyes
Standing with her wand I regained all my power
I wonder is the spy a Mexican flea or a German fly
All the same no victor is crowned in this hour
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