Four women form the circle of sisterhood
with powers beyond normal measure:
magick, enchantments, telepathy,
visions, spells and potions
mixed in the cauldron of all desire.
You only need a man for the purposes of your craft
and I make the perfect victim;
you have crossed my heart
and tied my being
with that ultimate leverage - Love -
as you so easily put me into
and keep me out of trouble.
You are stars shining upon
the dark night of my soul,
each a most amazing beauty.
No constellation in Pisces sky
could ever cathch my eye like my
four witches.
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