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The Witch in a Bottle


Sally the witch was condemned by the monks,

burned alive as her skin turned to chunks.

She screamed and cursed till her very last breath,

her witchcraft more powerful after he death.

Her spirit returned more evil than before,

causing the monks unspeakable horror.

They felt hands on their ears from something unseen,

her spirit so evil it turned the church candle flame green.

A Palmer was called to exorcise her ghost,

but he turned out to be the one scared the most.

When the Palmer began, her spirit threw him to the ground,

the witch’s evil laugh was the only sound.

He made a bottle of potion to attract Sally’s spirit,

and within no time her presence was near it.

He held a cork inside his hand,

waiting for her spirit to enter the land.

Finally it did, and the cork when BAM!! 

He trapped her, airtight with his own two hands.

The bottle was buried in a secret location,

where evil dwells inside with no hesitation.

 

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