Children of the Hill

In a keep that kissed the starry night,

Her cats walked slowly on the windowsill

As she boiled a pot of potion juice,

Mumbling spells at the children of the hill

She chopped their toys in the dragon's blood

A menacing grin flashed across her face

Platters clattered as they cleaned themselves

And creaky chairs hovered in empty space

In a cup, she poured the blood red juice

Enriched with vitamins X, Y and Zee

Moonlight beamed on the floor of the inn

She drank the potion with a haunting glee

Her shadow grew smaller and smaller

Till she turned into a child who looked ill

Picked her flashlight, went into the night

Screaming spells at the children of the hill