Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex Poet Verse

Witching Hour

WITCHING HOUR

As the witching hour approaches the witches gather in the ruined stone circle.
The moon is full, clouds scudding across her pale face. Candles are lit and placed in a circle and the wine is passed around.

Now the witches start their magic, the intensity of it gaining strength and power.
They cast their magic circle and call up their own Gods and Goddesses to help them with their spells. 

All in black and purple with silver jewellery glinting in the moonlight, this is the witching hour, a time when the witches are in their element.

Only they understand their magic work that connects them with their magic world of nature.

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