The Witch Viola Grey Poem by Saint Cynosure
The Witch Viola Grey
I hear don't walk down to the swamp,
if your smart you'll stay away.
Because down deep within there lives,
a witch Viola Grey.
A witch who lives her life in black,
and voodoo is her pleasure.
But it's been told by many men,
she has quite a handsome treasure.
Gold coins piled in stacks so high,
they black out all the sun.
Every jewel that you can name,
and every color more than one.
Just take the haunting crossroads left,
to a street there called Witch way.
take a right and at the end,
you'll find Viola Grey.
I think this is nothing to do with any kind of witchkraft...perhaps those coins and jewels in every colour get collected by some well organized individuals... It's easy to recognize them - they always green...which road to take? it's so simple... so many eyes have been watching...why not to ask them for the right answer...LOL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/14/2025 11:33:03 PM # 1.0.0
a good cautionary tale with a nice steady rhythm...you will have to make an entire series about this damnable creature who loves black...hahaha...I'm watching you