A witch once saw
the devil's wings torn
She could could only run
Towards him like a storm
Promising a life of fun
She grabbed him by the horn
His mind she would stun
by trickery of another form
Of that he was having none
He sought to break her norm
But she'd just pose as nun
Claiming a heart so warm
But he came to understand
Her heart had a fishy fuel
Eyes open to her plan
To turn beast to mule
The beast heard the man
And went Back under his rule
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