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!"
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