The Woman in Black

Around the corner
I see her.
Along the streets
I see them.
The one
Who bound me.
Her ravens
Who watch me.
I cannot be freed.
And I warn you to beware
Of the woman in black
And her ravens
With feathers and coat
Of night and dark.
She will bind you
With her spell.
And beware
Of the rose she holds.
She is not a woman.
They are not ravens.
It is not a rose.
She is a witch.
They are ghosts.
It is a wand.