In the middle of the night,
around a fire burning bright,
they dance all through the trees,
and hope that no one sees.
They chant all kinds of names,
and play their secret games.
They use the power of the moon,
to cast their many spells,
they have all kinds of herbs,
and even silver bells.
One pulls out the magic book,
and takes a second look,
to see what they'll be conjuring tonight.
Their dresses start to flow,
the wind begins to blow,
the bewitching time is here,
the goddesses are near.
Their words sound like a song,
so beautiful and chiming,
they speak each and every word,
with precise and perfect timing.
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