Whispers of Witches

Beneath the moon's enchanting grace, they stand,

A coven of twelve, bound by the mystic hand,

In a forest deep, where shadows intertwine,

Their unity and magic, a treasure they enshrine.

Morgana, High Priestess, a vision of yore,

With fiery locks, a crown of moonlight's lore,

Guiding spirits through the mystic night's tide,

In her, they find solace, unwavering, their guide.

Luna, the mother of night, they beseech,

Show them the path to worlds beyond reach,

A looming darkness threatens their mystic blend,

A force to tear apart the bonds they defend.

Amelia, her eyes aglow with diviner's sight,

Her gaze turned toward the starry veil of night,

Visions revealed, deep within the woodland's shroud,

An artifact concealed, amid nature's mantle, proud.

Through moonlit paths, they venture, unafraid,

To shield their coven, in unity displayed,

Wraith wolves, eyes aflame, hunger's restless howl,

Their collective magic, to protect, they avow.

A labyrinth of thorns, a treacherous snare,

Amelia's divination, a path they dare,

Guiding their steps, as thorns part their way,

Unwavering purpose, to bring forth the day.

Deep within the woods, they find a sacred grove,

Ancient sentinels, their wisdom woven above,

The Moonstone of Tranquility, an ethereal fire,

To quell the darkness, to quench the malevolent mire.

The Moonstone hungers for a sacrifice, they're told,

One among them, by ancient bonds enfold,

Amelia, with courage, steps into the abyss,

Her divination's gift, in the Moonstone's gentle kiss.

With solemn incantations, her power's bestowed,

The Moonstone pulses, its secrets bestowed,

The coven's heart heavy, their unity unwavering,

A memory of sacrifice, their eternal bond engraving.

In the forest's heart, they return to the fray,

The Moonstone's power, their compass, their way,

With the goddess's guidance, they stand as one,

A coven united, their journey has begun.

They unravel mysteries, their unity endures,

Facing dangers, betrayal, as the darkness lures,

Yet their love and strength, a beacon everlast,

Through trials and heartaches, their bond steadfast.

In the moon's shadow, they face their fate,

The Moonstone's power, their strength elevate,

Their unity, their sacrifice, their devotion's grace,

Triumph over darkness, restoring their world's embrace.

With the dawn's first light, hope begins to unfurl,

In the forest's embrace, their story they swirl,

A coven, a legend, a beacon of might,

Guardians of balance, in the soft lunar light.

Their tale, whispered in the wind and the breeze,

A poetic symphony of unity's sweet decrees,

In the coven's heart, where magic's currents flow,

A testament to love, a bond that eternally glows.