Who?
Them?
Hags Within A Coven?
Limited In Domain?
A Ploy At The Crone,
To Ascend From Maiden?
Shivering Teeth.
A Cackling In A Sense.
A Crackling In The Senses.
A Crinkling In The Fences.
Reality Twisted Up Like Origami,
In A Flutter;
Of A Trillion Trillion Brown Construction Paper Cranes.