In the abandoned corner of the city,

Invisible to the mortal eyes,

Was a witch so pretty.

In the broad day lights,

She brewed her potions – to spill,

During the shimmering night lights.

A little here, she spelled,

Her spells, and the potions,

A little there, she spilled.

The mankind she protected,

From the lurking devils,

Leaving no one unprotected.

Away from her motherly home, she roamed,

Fulfilling the potent promises,

And sheltered under the aloof domes.

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(01.01.17)