Slits for eyes
Shining yellow as the smiling crescent.
Long braided hair
Flowing down her chest.
A hooded demon, some might say,
Floating upon her broom.
Yet, she is not a demon. No, she's much worse.
She is a witch.
She's made up of many snakes
Yet, she is one being.
They do as she commands.
They love to rip you apart.
Snake, snake! Cobra, cobra!
Vector arrows fly!
The last thing you'll see is her wicked smile
Before the snake strikes.
