A Poem of a Witch's Power

She walks through the forest,

A flicker of darkness and light,

Her eyes gleaming with magic,

And her aura a mystical sight.

She whispers incantations,

As she twirls in a dance,

A spellbinding enchantress,

Entrancing all with her trance.

Her cauldron bubbles over,

As she brews a potent brew,

Mixing in herbs and potions,

To make her power anew.

She weaves her magic wand,

And casts a spell of might,

And in the blink of an eye,

She fades into the night.

She is a witch of wonder,

A creature of legend and lore,

A master of spells and potions,

Whose power we all adore.

So if you meet this enchantress,

In the dark of the night,

Be sure to show her respect,

And bask in her magic's light.

-new king