Arafed woman in a black robe holding a wooden stick in a dark room

Em uma noite de lua cheia, in a room lit only by the soft silvery light shining through a tall, narrow window, A powerful witch stands before a cast-iron cauldron. She wears a long, dark robe adorned with mystical symbols, And on the top of your head, ela usa um chapeu pontudo, Characteristic of witches. Os cabelos da bruxa caem em cachos prateados sobre seus ombros, And your eyes sparkle with a magical intensity. In one of your hands, ela segura uma varinha de madeira entalhada, That she skilfully shakes over the cauldron. The liquid inside the cauldron begins to bubble and emit an ethereal light, Creating a bewitched atmosphere in the room.