The Witching Hour

The witching hour draws near, as the village below lies at rest, It's only my opinion but this hour is the best Witches and warlocks come out to play Useing only the moonlight to make their way Spells are cast, witches brew and one lil' witch trying something new By her cauldron, Hot in the fire Final touches are added; Her heart's desire Around the cauldron she begins to dance and sing Other soon join her and do the same thing She begins to chant, others still dance by her flame "Oh GREAT ONE," she cries, "I shall call you by name" "Oh goddess of earth, fire, water and air give me a sign, let me know you are there" A gust of wind sweeps through the forrest, out almost goes the flame Then the strange wind gone again, as oddly as it had came The other stood in silence, some dazed and confused Other were excited, some amazed and amused The lil' witch stood only with a smile, quite confident of her power; "That's what happens" she said smugley "When your with me in the witching hour!"