Down the street,
I saw two people, in secret meet.
The second said to the first,
"I hear the forest is disturbed,"
The two went exploring, one started to twitch.
They didn't know, it was a witch.
They soon were silent, they uttered no words.
Where the two people went, were there were no birds.
After the two were tortured,
They were soon, horrifically slaughtered.
Cursed to stay as a spirit.
Their bodies an exhibit.
Author's Note - This poem was part of my creative writing coursework last year. It was meant to have a rhyming scheme of AA/BB.
