The Witches Mirror

In shadows cast, the witch appears,

With wisdom deep, beyond the years.

Beside the mirror, still and bright,

She conjures dreams in silent night.

No blood to bind, no charms are shown,

Just whispers caught in glass alone.

Her purpose clear, her gaze profound,

In every glance, lost truths are found.

With every flicker, spells ignite,

The mirror shows the path to light.

No love to claim, no hearts to sway,

Just truths revealed.

So seek the witch and draw her near,

In her reflection, visions clear.

For in her watch, both dark and pure,

The mirror’s magic will endure.