A Wicked, Witch-y Poem

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Witches in the mist, come witness their wild magic:

Indigo familiars howl to the moon, tap dancing,

Cauldrons smoke and bubble blue, a beguiling glitter in the meadow air.

Knees and teeth flash in the silver light, clacking choruses summon the spell–

Eradicate daylight, freeze the full moon high on this All Hallows’ Eve

Destined to never end.


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