The Curse Of Magic

We gather together with our witches brew.

We are stirring one by one as we prepare our curse on you.

For on this night, we gather here; we choose not to bring fear.

For our curse is magical. So, let's make that clear.

All thirteen of us stand on this beautiful night under a full moon. We come together as we often do, With a positive thought in our mind, with only ideas of positivity and divinity.

"I shall ask," Is there anyone here with something on their mind they wish to share?

Speak now for all to hear.

"I am Witch Wanda, with a spell on my mind, hoping to clear the air of negativity and fear."

" I am Witch Madeline, with a spell of food for those hungry."

"I am Witch Jean; although I am crazy and mean, my spell is clean. I wish for roofs over the heads of those left homeless."

One by one, all thirteen witches share their idea of a spell; all but one had positive spells to put into the brew; one was angry, full of hurt and pain. Witch Harmony, her warlock husband, had left her to care for their three chilling. She had no money for care or rent; her mind was filled with anger.

"Stop now, Witch Harmony," before you cast your spell. We wish not to hurt you but only to make you well. By casting out the goodness across the land to others, you, too, shall gain and release the pain.

All the spells were made within the pot, all feeling positive, well maybe not?

The anger on Witch Harmony's face still made it clear. She had no joy in her heart, so no one knew. "What spell did she put into the brew?"

Apricadapra and Bibity Bobity Boo, we stir the pot with hopes that all good things will happen to you.

Pouring the brew from the pot into each witch cup, they let out a heckle of laughter. Drinking down the spell to be released to the world.

The days and nights passed after the gathering, and nothing different had happened, Nothing new across the land.

Then, on the eve of Halloween, a full moon appeared. Television, radio and even the internet had announced to the land far and wide.

The world stood still. No sound is to be heard. Over the television, tiny homes were built for those without shelter, and medical service was brought out to those in need. Food by the truckload was being circulated to those in need. There was no more war; the guns were gone, the rockets, too.

What had happened?

The witches were all called to gather around the pot; they came in on their brooms one by one.

The sky was bright, the moon so full. The smiles on their faces, they knew their spell had worked. Even Witch Harmony was smiling wide. Her home life had changed.

The tale is that Witch Harmoney met a Warlock. Warlock Hope was his name. He had a lot of money; selling fish from the ocean was his gain.

The Warlock felt alone and in pain for years until he met Witch Harmony; it truly brought him joy.

His colossal house was empty until they came to live. Her three little chilling and no bills to be paid,

When casting the spell, the witches all wanted something positive, yet Witch Harmoney felt that none of this could come true. So her magic was of help, and that is added.

The witches were overjoyed for help; they tried their best to add to the brew. It covered all angles.

So, with the brew still created, with so much to spare, they put it in bottles and boy, did they share,

The moral of the story is if you work together, you can be the best team,

So you can see now not all witches are mean.