The Wicked Witch of Morbit

You’ll hear the trees whisper and you’ll hear the world weep
But from the grave under the willow tree you won’t hear a peep
You’ll see stormy nights and the harsh winter sky
But not even a slight movement from where I may lie

This story begins a long, long time ago
But not in my first life where I lost my left toe
No, this story that I tell happens in my sixth
Lost my life because they thought I was a cursed witch

Bad things were happening in that small town
This is where everything soon went down
One night I was walking past Snakes Mouth Creek
I saw an old cat - so dirty and weak

I scooped the poor thing up - brought it back to my home
The next day that very cat was able to roam
I set him next to where I found him the previous day
That’s when Mayor Podmire got in the cat’s way

The cat's foot was stepped on, and boy did it hiss
This is where this very story starts to twist
The cat scratched the mayor and then came for blood
The mayor kicked the poor thing right into the mud

He pointed his crooked right finger right at me
I looked around hoping that I could flee
But he said with a smile “This woman’s a witch.
We must hang her and throw her body into a ditch.

For any woman should know a cat is the devil’s pet.
She cursed me for coming upon this cat that I met!”
This horrible man looked me right in the eye
And he knew his words were a big made-up lie

But, Alas there was no where I could go
I stood on the gallow and looked down below
I was okay with the fact until I saw that cat
They put it into the water to drown - that's a fact.

I had to do something about this town
As I die, I must bring this whole place down
If they accused me of a witch- fine so be it
I’ll become the most wickedest witch of Morbit

I would curse the mayor to burn at nightfall
As my body lay cold under that willow tree and all
My final words were that wicked curse
Not a prayer to God just me doing the worse

So if you ever pass through the small town of Morbit
Look at the big willow tree and you’ll be sure of it
A black cat there will lay
Waiting for my arrival someday

For that cat brought me powers
Now all I am is just some flowers
For when my ninth life is done
The big church bell will be rung

And the wicked witch of Morbit
Will be back in a split

Rylee H. is a 7th grader writer at MMS.
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