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All Hallow's eve, so frightfully right,
Of gremlin's and ghouls, a delirious sight.
None as scary as Tarn the old witch,
Casting spells is her dreaded niche.
Beware all mortals, as she hovers and flies,
A potion she's concocted for full moon rise.
On her broomstick, she screams through the night,
Against eerie skies, her entourage in flight.
A witch's coven in celebration this eve,
Follow old Tarn, as their senses take leave.
In her heyday, old Tarn was the worst,
To wreak havoc and mayhem, she was first.
Her eyesight is failing, but not one dares speak,
For her spells are deadly, at less then twenty feet.
Her darn cat rides with her, keeping her on que,
They fear without him, she'd know not what to do.
Sadly, one brisk and chilly Halloween,
The witches followed their high mighty queen.
Her senses were off, as mortals she trailed,
It was then they knew just how her eyesight failed.
It was a pack of humans, in full fledged retreat,
To their habitat scurrying fast on their feet.
Old Tarn zeroed in, but the cat had fallen off,
As she made a u-turn, it's landing not soft.
Her broom in full bore, she honed in on target,
A spell she had ready,... surely not to forget.
As the humans ran inside, the door they did slam,
Old Tarn didn't notice, and then it was........BAM!!
Knocked unconscious by the huge, terrible blow,
The coven regained their queen in humiliating tow.
The humans in laughter, fell to the floor,
But forgot the spell that slid under the door.
They all died of laughter that ill fated night,
And Old Tarn kept her image, flawless in fright.
BEWARE,
Old Tarn has resurrected her darn old cat,
He's been tarnished,... darn Tarn for that!
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Adding your comment:
Loved the story of Tarn 
It gave me such a good giggle 
