Aww.. This made me even more sad to add to my day, but congrats. Take care of this beautiful girl or boy.

At the night of a very full moon,
At the strike of 12,
Witches flies on their broom,
they knock on houses with lights on,
Hoping to have some fun,
As you open,
they dashes in,
No candy do they want,
Only fear is their stuff,
As they scare you,
You shout in fear,
Wanting them to go away,
Begging for it to be a dream,
Witches would ask you drink a potion,
It would be green, with purple bubbles flowing out,
They say it makes this become a dream, you will be in your bed once you drink it,
Just a sip, if you are scared,
As you drink, you realize that you are feeling thirsty,
Wanting more, you drink the whole bottle, and your world fades away.
Pitch darkness as you open your eyes,
You feel powerful but your body a little weak,
As you walked towards the mirror,
You scream with horror,
You had become a witch,
Witches appear from the shadows,
And crackled with laughter,
You laughed evil, eyes glowing green,
They chanted that you are one of them,
Time to find their other victim..