SteemitPoetryContest #13 + Salem Brooms

I cast a spell upon you, to draw you in to see,
Our coven here in Salem, where all we witches be,
Yes Salem town, please walk around, go get yourselves some rooms,
We'll need you here come witching hour, when we ride our Salem Brooms.

Our cauldrons have been bubbling, filled with a foul brew,
A toad, a newt, and owl's eye, it's boiling just for you,
So sit right down, don't move an inch, I promise you'll see soon,
Just why we need you here with us, when we ride our Salem Brooms.

Now take a sip, don't mind the taste, you may find it kind of nice,
The aftertaste won't linger long for our human sacrifice,
For broomsticks can't just fly alone, out of the muck and gloom,
Your blood instills a magic power upon our Salem Brooms.