The Moonless Night

In the deep of the forest, where the trees grow thick,

On a moonless night, the witches gather to practice their tricks.

With cauldrons bubbling and candles flickering low,

They cast their spells, with malice in tow.

Their words are dark, and their intentions are dire,

As they summon the spirits, to unleash hellfire.

Their curses are gruesome, their hexes severe,

As they revel in darkness, with no hint of fear.

They dance in the shadows, 'neath the blackened sky,

Their cackles echoing, as they call forth the spirits nigh.

The trees tremble, and the earth shakes,

As they chant in unison, invoking the powers of the snakes.

Their eyes gleam with madness, their faces twisted with glee,

As they revel in the bloodshed, and their victims flee.

The forest bears witness to their wicked deeds,

As they perform their dark rituals, with no remorse or heed.

So beware, my friend, if you venture into the woods at night,

For the witches may find you, and curse you with all their might.

Their spells are potent, and their magic is strong,

And they'll stop at nothing, until your life is gone.