Escher Woodcut Witch 1932

Tonight the witches will ride

circa 1921
Author Unknown

To-night the witches will ride, will ride,
Each on her broomstick astride, astride,
Silent and swift in their mystic flight
Upward they'll go in the cold, black night.

And the wind will sob, and shriek, and moan,
The great trees shudder, and shake, and groan.
The moon will hide in the murky sky,
In the forest dark the bats will fly.

And owls will hoot, and wolves will howl
And green-eyed cats in the shadows prowl.
To-night the witches will ride, will ride,
Each on her broomstick, astride, astride.