The Curse of a Witch

From the depths of darkness she draws her bleak might, A witch, cursed to haunt both day and night. Men tremble in fear as she casts her wicked spell, A curse that binds them to fiery pits of hell. Her power, a venom that courses through veins, A damning mark that echoes in tortured refrains. The skies turn ashen, clouds heavy with dread, As she whispers curses with words left unsaid. Her eyes shimmer with malice, piercing and cold, Unleashing a curse that cannot be controlled. Through potions and spells, she weaves her dark art, The curse she inflicts tearing souls apart. Families wither, love's petals turn to rust, A curse, a blight, reducing all to dust. Though she hides in shadows, forever unseen, Her curse lingers on, like a nightmare, obscene. For the curse of a witch knows no bounds, It taints every heart, spreads like wildfire on grounds. But in this tale of darkness, there's a flicker of light, A glimmer of hope to vanquish this fight. To break her curse, love's pure remedy, A force that can shatter her wicked decree. In the embrace of love, curses fade and fall, For darkness cannot withstand the power of all. So let us unite, our hearts strong and true, Defying the witch's curse, forging p