Fall night

Upon a time, a cool fall night,
Shinning stars, the moon’s real bright.
Hooded figures from the haze,
Colors all in black and grays.

They slowly move from tree to tree,
Careful with the things they see.
Shadows in the forest lie,
Watching with a noiseless eye.

The figures continue on their quest,
Hidden dangers and unrest.
On every path that they take,
Brings them closer to the lake.

Ancient trees, line the shore,
Lingering magick… can’t ignore.
Will-o-the-wisp….in the air,
This is the spot, they must prepare.

In a circle they hold hands,
Shouting out….their demands.
The flickering lights, start to glow,
The words they chant, start to flow.

All their words…..are exact,
With all the power they extract.
Weaving, stirring, Witchery,
Casting spells…one, two, three.

There is great purpose, in their skill,
All their power and their will.
From a distance you can see,
Shadows moving…..end-less-ly.