The Wicked Witch is a scary Halloween poem by Jack Prelutsky. It’s about an ugly old crone who flies through the night on her broomstick, casting spells. This poem appeared in the book Nightmares – Poems to Trouble Your Sleep.
She comes by night, in fearsome flight
In garments black as pitch,
The queen of doom upon her broom,
The wild and wicked witch
A cackling crone with brittle bones
And desiccated limbs.
Two evil eyes with warts and sties
And bags about the rims.
A dangling nose, ten twisted toes
And folds of shrivelled skin.
Cracked and chipped and crackled lips
That frame a toothless grin.
She hurtles by, she sweeps the sky
And hurls a piercing screech.
As she swoops past, a spell is cast
On all her curses reach.
Take care to hide when the wild witch rides
To shriek her evil spell.
What she may do with a word or two
Is much too grim to tell.