See the frightening of the ghost,
I think he's curious to meet the witch of the east cost.
He stops for a minute,
to see the overshadowed un holy spirit.
Who is that whispering near the trees?
I hear nothing but shivering breeze.
She is but a horrifying witch,
Admired as she sits on the coffin bridge
Her creepy car is just a leaf,
It needs no gas, it runs on breeze
She's not alone she brings a snake,
a pet bird, and awaits by the blood lake.
The bird likes to chase an owl,
Till he drinks its blood in the red bowl.
The ghost shudders at the scary witch
He wants to leave but she wants to bewitch