Spell "By moonlight's glow, in shadows deep, gather 'round, O' coven steep"
"By moonlight's glow, in shadows deep, gather 'round, O' coven steep."
The words hung heavy in the night air, their power weaving through the forest like tendrils of ancient magic. The coven members, cloaked in dark robes, stood in a circle beneath the towering oaks. Each of them held a small, flickering candle, the only source of light in the darkness.