The Witching Hour

As the moon rises high in the sky,

And the stars shine bright with an eerie light,

The witching hour draws nigh,

And the world is transformed in the blink of an eye.

The cauldron bubbles and boils,

As the witch stirs her potion with care,

She adds in the ingredients one by one,

And chants her incantation with a solemn air.

The wind howls through the trees,

As the witch raises her arms to the sky,

She calls upon the spirits of old,

And the magic of the earth and the sky.

The power surges through her veins,

As the spell is cast with a flick of her wrist,

And the world is forever changed,

In the mystical moment of the witching hour's midst.

The witch's power is ancient and true,

A force of nature, wild and free,

She harnesses the magic of the universe,

And brings forth the powers of the sea.

So beware, all you who dare to tread,

Into the realm of the witching hour,

For the magic of the witch is mighty and strong,

And it holds a power beyond all power.

-new king