Illustration by Josef Kucera
I am Aslynn, queen of all witch covens
Those that see me know I, hag above hags
Witch above witch, the best of them slovens
My cauldron’s full of such terrible gags
(I crush their sweet little dreams in my fist)
The Pathfinders don’t know what they’re in for
They have slayed a thousand foes and monsters
But I have slayed a million and one more
No witch as strong as me, though they posture
(No caster could ever be in my midst)
They think they can stop my terrible plans
’Cause they have my leftover goods within
Oh yes, I see you, you’re there with your plans
I have such a plan, oh where to begin?
(Oh, what a plan, how to make them assist?)
I will corrupt the Dimension of Dreams
Give them something awful to really fear
As my potion brews, prepare for my schemes
I will dream of sweet horrors as I sneer
(How they’ll spread forth, onward my dears, persist!)
And once we have taken that plane of dreams
Nightmares to brew across all their nations
I’ll rule with a cold heart and wicked teams
My daughters will conquer, such creations!
(Even my betrayer, she tried to twist)
I am Aslynn, queen of all the witches
Crone of the highest order, worst of hags
My cackle leaves all mountains in ditches
Baba Yaga dreads my name, crone in rags
(Her little brat Anna’s next on the list)