Think Twice Before Joke a Witch

In shadows deep, where whispers creep, Ariana stirs the night. With potions brewed, her heart renewed, She wields her magic’s might. A bully’s grin, a life of sin, Will meet her crafty charms. The winds will howl, the stars will scowl, As she works her dark alarms. Oh, beware, beware, Of the witch with the raven hair. Her spell is sweet, her justice rare, A laugh, a curse, and despair. Don’t mess with a witch, oh no, Her wrath’s a storm you’ll never know. She’ll twist your pride, she’ll let it grow, Then watch you change, oh, slow by slow. The farm it moans, the feast it groans, Her traps are set with glee. A bite, a taste, your form replaced, By her twisted artistry. Your legs will quake, your body break, Your laughter turns to cries. Ariana’s plan, with wicked hands, Will leave you paralyzed. Oh, beware, beware, Of the witch with the piercing stare. She sees your flaws, she doesn’t care, A laugh, a curse, and despair. Don’t mess with a witch, oh no, Her spells will reap what you have sown. She’ll weave her tune, her magic show, And leave you changed, oh, slow by slow. She dances in the firelight, With a smile so cruel, so bright. Ariana whispers through the air, “Enjoy the feast, if you dare.” Don’t mess with a witch, oh no, Her wrath’s a storm you’ll never know. She’ll twist your pride, she’ll let it grow, Then watch you change, oh, slow by slow. In shadows deep, her vengeance sleeps, Ariana fades away. But those who dare to cross her path, Will rue the price they pay.