the witch

flowing black dress

flaming red hair

her words can make you

feel a chill in the air

when you first see her

it doesn't feel real

she utters a spell

and you forget how to feel

she draws you in

you can't look away

her voice is like a magnet

compelling you to stay

you're frozen in place

she lifts up her cape

time seems to freeze

there is no escape

mesmerized, you watch

as she begins to dance

now you are caught

in a deep hypnotic trance

she knows she has you

she knows she's won

but she won't leave

until she's all done

you are in the grip

of her magical mind

the world disappears

you have gone blind

all you can hear

is the rhythmic sound

of a drum beating

trumpets surround

you cower in fear

you don't know what's next

you're trapped in her mind

her soul, so complex

your eyes open

you can see the sun

pulled back to reality

you realize it's all done

you look up at the stage

there stands the queen

of the beautiful concert

by florence and the machine