The Witch

In the dappled woods where shadows play,
A witch approached, in the light of day.
Elliott and others felt the spell,
Frozen in place, where secrets dwell.
The child hugged the witch, pure and wise,
A protector, beneath the ominous skies.
She spoke of love in the face of hate,
A heart pure, in a world sedate.

In the forest deep, where secrets lie,
A witch emerged, beneath the sky.
Her heart, though judged, was pure and true,
Protecting innocence, a mission she knew.
With whispers of change, she knelt to say,
"Judge by heart, not by the sway.
For in this cruel world, where darkness looms,
A witch can be a light that forever blooms."