Witchcraft Poem by Daniel Ukwe

Witchcraft

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In the shadows of the night, where the moonbeams shine,
And the winds howl with a chilling spine,
There's a world beyond our own, where the witches dwell,
A world of magic and mystery, where spells are cast and tales do tell.

With their cauldrons and broomsticks, their potions and charms,
The witches of the night weave their web of arms.
They call upon the spirits, the elements of earth and sky,
And with a flick of their wrists, they cast their spells and fly.

For they are the witches, the keepers of the ancient ways,
The masters of the craft, who harness the power of the blaze.
They chant their incantations, as they dance around the fire,
And with each passing moment, their magic grows ever higher.

The witches of the night, with their wisdom and their might,
Can bend the very fabric of reality, with their sight.
They see beyond the veil, into the realms of the unseen,
And with their craft, they unlock the secrets of the in-between.

For the witches know, that magic is not just a trick,
But a power that flows through everything, that's quick.
It's the energy that connects us all, that binds us in this life,
And with their craft, the witches can tap into its endless might.

And so, in the shadows of the night, where the witches roam,
We see a world beyond our own, where the magic's grown.
A world of wonder and awe, where the impossible comes to life,
And where the witches cast their spells, with wisdom and with strife.

For they are the witches, the masters of the craft,
The keepers of the ancient ways, who've forged a path.
A path of magic and mystery, that leads to the unknown,
And with their craft, they'll guide us, into the realms of the unknown.

Witchcraft
Wednesday, March 22, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: witches,mystery,nightfall
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It is a poem about mysticism
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