They have started on a journey
That will welcome in the night
As they gather round the cauldron
It's a strange and eerie sight..
They ride in on their broomsticks
With a daring plan in place
Don't let the setting fool you
Even though it's dripping lace..
They stir and measure
Add this and that
And then they stir some more..
They whisper softly and when they're done
Their voices reach a roar!
The gathering is over
They have finished their strange brew
Now all that's left is solitude
And a cup for me and you.
Me, The Resident Cottage Witch 2013
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