A woman sitting in the woods reading a book

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In the midnight hour
,
under moon's soft glow
,
Whispers of the witches
,
in the night’s deep flow
.
Candles flicker gently
,
casting shadows wide
,
We gather in the circle
,
where the secrets hide
.
Coven's chant
,
in the moonlit grove
,
In the mystic twilight
,
where the shadows rove
.
In the realm of witches
,
where the magic lies
,
In the heart of darkness
,
our spirits rise
.
Through the ancient forest
,
where the nightshade blooms
,
Paths of hidden wisdom
,
under silver moons
.
With the potions brewing
,
and the spellbook’s lore
,
We summon ancient forces
,
from the ages’ core
.
In the sacred circle
,
with the witch's mark
,
We invoke the power
,
in the midnight dark
.
Chanting with the spirits
,
in a rhythmic trance
,
In the cloak of witchcraft
,
where the shadows dance
.
As the dawn approaches
,
and the stars retreat
,
We fade into the shadows
,
where our magic's sweet
.
Till the night returns
,
with the moon's embrace
,
We’ll awaken once more
,
in the witching space
.
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