The Witching Hour
She walked at the witching hour,
the breeze at a great force.
The girl stopped at the church,
hearing a horse.
Then a cackling came from inside
the horse drawn carriage.
The women inside,
sounding quite savage.
The girl was pulled into
the womens arms.
She was struggling,
trying to look out of the eyes that held,
the womens charms.
The carriage drove off,
into the winters night.
The woman took the girl,
her burdens quite light.
