Witches' Moon

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Midnight shines upon the trees
Candles blowing in the breeze

Starlight catching on a broom
Widdershins around the room

Of salt and water the circle does make
Of the wind, the dirt, the flame and the lake

Upon her forehead, the magic rune
Glowing softly in the witches' moon





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