Crystal water turns to dark

Where ere it's presence leaves it's mark

And boiling currents pound like drums

When something wicked this way comes…

A presence dark invades the fair

And gives the horses ample scare

Chaos rains and panic fills the air

When something wicked this way comes…

Ill winds mark it's fearsome flight,

And autumn branches creak with fright.

The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,

When something wicked this way comes…

Flowers bloom as black as night

Removing color from your sight

Nightmarish vines block your way

Thorns reach out to catch their prey

And by the pricking of your thumbs

Realize that their poison numbs

From frightful blooms, rank odors seep

Bats & beasties fly & creep

'Cross this evil land, ill winds blow

Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow

All will rot & decompose

For something wicked this way grows…