The Wicked Witch of the East

My mirror terrorizes me so,

this horrid wretch, this beast which stares directly back at me.

My eyes examine this horrendous reflection,

a crooked snout-like nose four inches long,

this putrid green coarse flesh.

My tears trickle down my cheeks,

this golf ball size wart upon my cheek,

this incessant gagging in my burning throat.

My foes laughter is echoing in my skull,

a laughter they soon shall pay for.

My enemies will haunt me no longer,

a wicked flame will consume their cities,

a unyielding storm will waste their lands,

an unbreakable spell I cast upon their lives.