The Kingdom of Witches
At the end of the world
On an island alone,
Lies a city of secrets,
Mortar and stone.
Surrounded by serpents,
Spirits and spells,
The Kingdom of Witches
In mystery dwells.
Through the dungeons and ditches,
Strange shadows and lights
Fill the nooks and the niches
With unearthly sights.
Sultans and sages
From Karth and Darbeen,
Seek the counsel and favor
Of the Witch King and Queen.
Squadrons of crones
On brooms to and fro,
Fly cackling on errands
To the city below.
Each witch house and hut
Holds thrills, chills, and frights,
And plots, pits, and perils,
On long witchy nights.
So, if you would learn
Of each hex, curse, and potion,
And the march of the dead
At the end of the ocean
Then set you a course
To where no compass tells,
And the Kingdom of Witches
In mystery dwells.
