Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Dispelled

The witch and I went through the wood.

I showed her which toadstools to choose,

To brew in her cauldron as good

Potion for beauty she could use,

Wanting to rid her ugliness.

She promised freedom in return

For me if the brew was success.

Oh, such an outcome I did yearn,

But knew her promise was a lie.

So toadstools that I pointed out

Were of grave poisonous supply,

Able to kill a witch no doubt.

When asked if pretty as before,

This raven did quoth, "Nevermore."