In the shadowed heart of October's chill, Beneath the moon's bewitching, eerie light, A cauldron bubbles, mystic and still, As witches weave their spells into the night. A potion, dark as midnight's secret dreams, They conjure with a whispered incantation, With eyes aglow like otherworldly gleams, In their mysterious, arcane meditation. Into the cauldron, they […]
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