The Witches' Tree

There is a big tree

In Saint Mary's street

His stem is huge

His roots are strong

His branches are tall

And full of green leaves.

House of a gnome's town

It's a perfect spot!!!!

One little door is made of wood

Only open when the moon is full,

Gnomes lived happily collecting

Seed and leaves by the night.

But there is a problem when you look up...

Two ugly witches you can find

Trying to steal the golden pot.

They have an apple size,

Big head with a pointed hat

To hide their faces

In the darkness of the night.

Always trying to take the key

From the belt of the gnome's guardian

When he opens the door

To let his friend pass by

After finish their labor time.

One witch is green and pink,

Had a magical power

To made the flowers grow

But she decided to let them die

Because she was jealous

Of their beautiful petals.

The other one is just black.

She lost her sparkle colors

In a summer night,

When she fell in love

For a whitcher's spell,

On a fake chevalier,

Who stole her first love kiss,

Above the gray stone bridge,

Taking it all her splendor light

Creating a magical lie

In her innocent mind.

The only way they can bring back

Their power and beauty

Is melting the gnome's gold

In a sword cast

And use it to embed

The trickster man heart,

One blue night ...

In November twenty nine.