She Is Stirring Herself
The witches brew was diabolically familiar and slick.
The skulls of the cauldron were pouring magic on thick.
Our elixir is alive, we told those who would listen.
The gooey neon batter rapidly and readily was a'glisten.
She is stirring herself! Someone gasped in delight.
That eerie antique cauldron was alive with such might.
We are witches someone said, we should not be so frightened.
But we were, and our scary mood was not easily lightened.
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