Witches can rhyme

What would the sky know
Of hot fire and cold snow?

How can the banks see
The violence below the sea?

What’s hidden; what’s shown
Can’t dress up the unknown

A themeless hollow tale
Gets boring and pale

So put away the pen
Think and maybe then

You would actually write
With all your might

I’m neither a witch nor an angel
Its all perspective and angles!

Yeah right Buzz off!!

Ah victory!

A pat
On the back
Waiting
Wanting
Deserving
And finally
Achieving
When all is
Stooped under
The ground
Elevating
Alleviating