The Witch's spell

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Amidst the forest, dark and deep
A witch awakens, her secrets keep
The moon above, a silver glow
Illuminates, her mystic show

With wand in hand, and eyes aglow
She weaves her spell, in ancient flow
Her incantations, whisper low
Summoning powers, long ago

The wind responds, with gentle sway
As trees lean in, to hear her say
The creatures watch, with curious eyes
As magic swirls, in witch's surprise

Her potion bubbles, a mystic brew
As enchantments unfold, anew
Her heart beats strong, with ancient might
As witchcraft flows, through the night.

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