[PoeticWitch]

Wicked is what they call me
I doubt any know my name
From the west I come
Looking for my sister of the east
Politics run rampant
You are good and I am bad
The wizard is miraculous
G'linda the Good Witch will protect you from my wrath
As I see you celebrate the fact
That my little sister has been squashed by a house
And her corpse robbed of her precious ruby slippers
Mine! By right of familial inheritance
Sad that you bring an outsider into your political games
To rid our little world
Of the Wicked Witch of the West
Because none of those in power
Have the courage to do it on their own
To depend on a female child
To defeat me
Alas she succeeds
And I melt into nothing but goo
But worry not
This political game is not at an end
I am sure my son will take up my cause
To free the land of OZ from the Tyranny of the Wizard
And the supposed Good Witch