In the heart of the shadowed grove,
Whispers echo where secrets rove.
Moonlit paths with silver streams,
Witches weave their midnight dreams.
Through the dance of ancient lore,
Spirits gather, forevermore.
Candles flicker in the night,
Casting spells in soft moonlight.
With cauldrons bubbling, potions brew,
Mysteries unfold in the dew.
Chanting softly to the skies,
Magic sparkles in their eyes.
Veils of mist and whispers low,
Guide the hearts where winds may blow.
In the woods where shadows blend,
Witches’ tales will never end.