Ding Dong the Witch is Dead!

Your devilish eyes are far from my reach

Yet your evil glare steals the words from my speech.

I can see your face through clouds and it blurs

And your bark it causes such an incredible stir.

Your intentions scare my every thought

But I am still unsure of what it is that you want

You tell of coming back tonight

To break all wrongs for what you believe is right.

When you disappear my thoughts once again become clear

I am lost, lost, lost

Somehow you have stolen me away to your realm of clouds

And it is here where nothing surpasses but intolerable sounds.

Sounds of nothingness, how can that be?

Somehow this witch makes it a truth I can see.

As night draws upon, darkness takes its fall

I begin to shiver with thoughts of it all

Colours of the sky, blue, black and grey

The winds, they cause the cloud trees to sway

I know my end is coming near

For impossibility of rescue is all I fear.

As lighting strikes and flames ignite

The witch is back to start her fight!

I tremble in all that can be physically real

And feel as small as a mouse’s first meal.

I try to run away from her grasp

But my feet stay planted, I must face her wrath.

The spells of death, wickedness and pain

Are but to come from the witch’s insane.

So as I stand frozen to await my death

And hear my prayers whispered from my breath,

I turn to look up to the brightness one last time

But instead I see a new kind of shine.

What radiant beast has come to this place?

But a tiny rhino glorious from space.

Though he speaketh not, I know he is good

For he turns quickly to the witch as I’d hoped he would.

So small but mighty, this wonderful thing

He attacks with fury, from great legs he doth spring!

Taken aback from such magic, the witch, she cries

In attempt to cast a last spell, her shrieks her despise.

But nothing may save the evilness of her kind

For this rhino has powers she would never find.

As he strikes I watch the look on her face

Something of anger and fear but mostly disgrace,

And as his magic takes its toll

The witch she withers and starts to roll;

Off the clouds, she falls into nothingness, tis true

And I am left with my saviour, of spirit anew.

He walks onto my hand and we fly free as pair

With my little rhino by my side I shall never despair!