Autumn leaves, alive with texture,
Colorful hues, swirling the sky.
Sunset fades to twilight.
Moon rises, yellow and pallid in sky,
Sisters gather under full moonlight.
In town, the clock strikes twelve.
Sisters turn the cauldron waters,
brewing an incantation...
Plants wither, equinox is done.
Cycle of life continues...
Result of this incantation?
Harvest moon shines blue.
A contest entry
- witching hour by Virgoan.
1000 points, ended September 12, 2008, 7 entries
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