Witches
A withered shadowy figure moved in and out of the flickering fire light. A sleek ebony cat rested on the oak broom. Emerald energy clung to the beech wand in slithering tentacles of light.
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A withered shadowy figure moved in and out of the flickering fire light. A sleek ebony cat rested on the oak broom. Emerald energy clung to the beech wand in slithering tentacles of light.
#nightdwellers It is pitch black outside, the only light coming from the dull glow of an orange street lamp at the back of a nearby alleyway.
#nightdwellers. We walk on our own,. In the Witching Hour,. Painting the world a dark black,. With pens in our hands,. And cats at our heels,. And midnight pitch cloaks on our backs,.
Walking in the woods tonight, It's scary and it's black. Creaking noises, groaning trees, Something could attack.
Will it bring, A touch of a butterflies wing, Or the songbirds as they sing.
Once upon a story, In a swamp most grim and gory, There sat a creepy twisted tangled mat; Made of gnarled and mossy branches, Grown with magic, luck and chances, Grew a cottage shaped just like a...