Bewitched Was I

I saw a witch on a broomstick the other night. Her hair was like streams flowing into the ocean, as she dipped below the moon. Her silhouette tattooed my mind, I was under her spell. Bewitched was I, and I did what she wanted. All zombie eyed, and full of promise, I carried out her will. Chained by the demons she lent to me, left me no recollection. I couldn't recall on any account exactly what I did. Still I know one thing for sure, that I saw a witch on a broomstick the other night.