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All Hallow's Eve- Our Coven
The moon is full shedding a glimmering light, My Coven and I gather for All Hallow's Eve, Magic in the forest shall take place tonight, The fall air is crisp with a gentle breeze. Our High Priestess shall draw down on the moon, She'll speak in a trance through our Triple Goddess, Beauty and wonder shall invoke very soon, Power of 13 witches shall soon be upon us. There's power to behold on this lovely night, Phases of the moon, our Priestess, shall speak, The magnificent witch in our plain sight, All Hallow's Eve is when our energy peaks. My family in magic this Coven of witches, The Priestess flows with elegance and a wise mouth, Showing this power which few knew existed, Our gathering here among the 13 devote. People call us evil and cast us aside, Oblivious to our intentions and what we seek, No matter the cost, by my oath I abide, Mess with my Coven and we shall conquer the weak. The power of the moon tingles upon my skin, We leave the calm of the forest after our rite, The magic invoked is still pulsing within, All of us leaving with wicked delight.
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