Wickedness
Gather 'round the coven tree,
witches, warlocks, three by three,
colored lights on fingertips,
spells and curses pass their lips.
In unison their cold feet stamp,
harmonize the ancient chant,
lightening streaks across the sky,
reflecting in their pitch-black eyes.
Open portal, vile vortex,
rousing demons with a hex,
evil cloaked by darkest night,
dreadful is this ghastly sight.
Wickedness is underfoot,
blacken all with char and soot,
evil dwells upon this land,
lurking in the hearts of Man.
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