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cobbled steps of tapping sounds from boots of many ladies and men,
clunking of hooves of the horses and carriage leading to the den,
one takes off his hat to adjust his eyes to the candle light,
the moon provides a blue glow over everything in the night,
another enters the room with eyes lit up from the candles line,
they all enter and sit at the tables being ready to dine,
ordering from the cook himself to what its written on the menu list,
as the smell flows over them being unable to resist,
the plate taken out and served first to expose the meal,
with rotten vegetables and meat not making anyone good to feel,
throwing down his napkin in disgust with shock in his voice,
the cook points down to eat his meal at his own choice,
taking their things and leaving back the way they came,
with everyone else in the place doing exactly the same,
their voices heard outside of what sickening place this can be,
one left inside in the corner where the cook cannot see,
she smiles and reveals her face being the witch they all fear,
as she takes a vile and places it against his face to gather a tear,
innocence of tears flow to her crude joke to ruin his good food,
the witch begins to leave but the cook stops her not wanting to be rude,
giving her the meal she cursed herself to produce those tears to collect,
she eats it quick without looking being her only neglect,
coughing and choking she thought it was a different plate,
as she falls to the ground in death sealing her own fate.