Old Nick
EP • 2020
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Visited by haunted broom Curse this night you'll meet your doom Bread will spoil mold will bloom The fish goes rancid as hunger grew Witches, witches of the night Your spell will keep my candle bright Rub on the ointment then take flight The moon's light will grant you sight My broom, my broom does not sweep the floor I rub my ointment on its shaft a wicked metaphor Carefully crafted of the finest birch I'm in possession of the most haunted broom on Earth Centuries I'll keep my broom Wood is polished, bristles groomed Weave my shawl on the haunted loom Pointed hat points towards the moon In the night my broom I'll ridе No clouds in the sky guided by moon light Herbs and potions mеdicine Used to awaken skeletons I ride through the night On my haunted broom The forest my shelter I find solace in the gloom
Submitted by The Void — Feb 18, 2026
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