Random thoughts

#11

A witch was wandering over yander hills
In search for her "Jack-n-Jill"
She came across a path a shimmering dust
Leading towards a golden hut

For her eyes must be deceived
Or she was stuck in daze
Rubbing her eyes in relieve
As she gazed and gazed

Inside was beautiful pots and pans
But none were used
For this witch had a plan
A thought that won't even leave a bruise

She tucked the golden spoons and forks
Under her coat of endless darkness
Till she heard the crack of a yolk
Suddenly it came to her awareness

For she was not alone in this hut
Something was approaching from behind
A warm and gentle hug
As two should intertwined

The withch pulled away
And turned around just to see
An angelic creature of white and grey
'oh what ever could thy be?'

'I am yours and you are mine,'
It leaned it closer
, like a poem we are meant to rhyme. '
It siduced her

The witch did not know what to say
For she was ever so shocked
That the Gods would look her way
And bring her her favorite thought

The Angel and witch spent many years together
But never really knew
That once they were separated
Their love will forever bloom~