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Witches Night Out
Double trouble, worries and toils,
Words are hissed as cauldron boils.
Eye of newt and heart of swine,
Lizard gizzards soaked in brine;
Ancient crones stir their noisome stew,
Cackling shrilly as spells they brew.
Their task completed, the deed is done,
Deep in a cavern concealed from the sun.
Where once crouched hideous cackling crones,
Yellowed skin stretched over creaking bones;
Proud, voluptuous sirens now stand;
Fair as any maiden throughout the land.
In a trice they summon enchanted steeds and fly,
Out of haunted cavern and into night sky.
A familiar is left to guard their enchanted cave;
A bit of a companion, a bit of a slave.
To the scrying crystal he silently stalks,
Haughty disdain expressed in his walk.
Curiosity glistens in his feline eyes,
Watching witches frolic high in the skies.
Words are hissed as cauldron boils.
Eye of newt and heart of swine,
Lizard gizzards soaked in brine;
Ancient crones stir their noisome stew,
Cackling shrilly as spells they brew.
Their task completed, the deed is done,
Deep in a cavern concealed from the sun.
Where once crouched hideous cackling crones,
Yellowed skin stretched over creaking bones;
Proud, voluptuous sirens now stand;
Fair as any maiden throughout the land.
In a trice they summon enchanted steeds and fly,
Out of haunted cavern and into night sky.
A familiar is left to guard their enchanted cave;
A bit of a companion, a bit of a slave.
To the scrying crystal he silently stalks,
Haughty disdain expressed in his walk.
Curiosity glistens in his feline eyes,
Watching witches frolic high in the skies.
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Witches Night Out
Witches Night Out