Witch Poem by Riley Mistwood

Cauldron's boiling
Fire's burning
Smoke is slowly twisting, turning
A pinch of this, a dash of that
Upon my head, a withces hat
I close my eyes as magick flows
Around me quick the darkness grows
Ancient words escape my lips
The power of my soul it grips
Shallow breaths escape me now
Beads of sweat upon my brow
I cast a spell into the night
A burning power I can not fight
Up from the ground dark shadows rise
A hint of mischief in their eyes
Moaning, groaning they take flight
Into the darkest, moonless night.