It's the midnight hour
and the darkest part of the night
when the coven meets.
Beautiful woman
all dressed in black
dancing around a boiling pot
chanting
words of power
words to do their bidding.
On throughout the night
they sing and dance
til the light of day approaches
then they quickly disappear
only to come again
another night.
Author notes
These are good witches that I am writing about. The type that use nature to heal
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