Sisterhood of Sorcery

Within the midnight shadows, witches dance, Enchanting moonlit melodies, a wicked trance. Their eyes gleam like embers, casting spells of old, Conjuring secrets and stories yet untold. In their gothic realm, where darkness holds sway, Whispers of incantations chase the light away. Bat wings flutter, as they take to the night, Unleashing their powers, their spells taking flight. A cauldron bubbles, filled with potions brewed, Laced with venom and spider's venom stewed. They gather 'round the fire, their cackles fill the air, Eagerly plotting mischief, in their realm of despair. In the moon's pale glow, their wickedness unfurls, As they summon the spirits, from otherworldly worlds. Familiars at their side, eyes aglow and keen, Together they revel, in this wickedly macabre scene. Broomsticks carry them swiftly, through the inky sky, To cast dark omens, that make mortals cry. In their gothic realm, where wickedness is king, They reign with power, spreading fear with every wing. But beware, dear mortal, if you dare to intrude, The witches' gothic realm, will not treat you kind or shrewd. For in the land of darkness, their unity is strong, A sisterhood of sorcery, where right and wrong belong. So listen t