Tis the witching season
The most sacred night of all
Is when the witches and the wizards
Attend All Hallows Ball
The hags they are replendant
In green encrusted slime
Dancing with the warlocks
When the midnight hour doth chime
They hasten to their broomsticks
And take off to the skies
With a cacophony of cackles
They go to claim their prize
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This is a very promising piece, the flow is good and the rhyme scheme works well. Keep it up.
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Thank you
Been struggling with this piece as I'm not sure how to end it
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