An All Hallows Eve Rhyme

Witches three and cauldron black Of spells and charms there be no lack At dark woods edge upon a bleak height Stoking the fire in the oncoming night Gray is the sky black tree branches bare they sway, creak and crack nought else but a howling wind there Wolfsbane, thistle, coryander, and brine Only heaven knows what these three have in mind Eerie recitations, incantations and rhyme nought else to add save more stirring and thyme Witches three and cauldron black Spirits roam! No turning back! At dark woods edge upon that dreary height Fanning the flames in the onrush of night