The Witch

There's an old Witch, at the edge of town. A scar on her face, like a malevolent frown. Pale green flesh, and a mouth full of lies. Avoid the gaze of her cold white eyes. And if you are bitten, only death can save. Indulge her will, or accept your fate.

Some say she is cursed, to burn in Hell! She consorts with demons, she has no soul to sell. She calls to the children, late in the night. To drown them in the lake, and trap them in her spells.

The bloodthirsty Witch, lives in your head. To enslave your souls, leave you in the Valley of Death! Seeking young mothers, and the children they raise. To carve out their hearts, with a dull rusty blade.

Repel the Witch, or suffer her doom. Expel the Witch, or be dead soon. Repel the Witch, she's made of pure hate. Burn the bitch, before it's too late!

The Witch has no body, walks among us unseen. She can hear your thoughts, and dwells in the unclean. Incorporeal phantom, manifests in your dreams. Revealing a reality, built on nightmares and screams. No escaping her will, no hope of being set free. From a painful death, and a malicious eternity.