Little Black Pot of Plenty (Ghazal)

by Red Velvet

The three witches went walking; as the sun went setting
Dragging their spell cauldron; the little black pot of plenty

All Hallow's Eve; a ceremonious occasion
Stir tempest of rage in the little black pot of plenty

Throw in a corpse finger, batwings, and short-bodied beetles
Ingredients in the little black pot of plenty

Red ribbon sparks fly out; Velvet flames lick the night air
Dare you to drink from the little black pot of plenty.

* My attempt at a Ghazal