Thought this would be appreciated here, a poem I wrote to capture the witchy spirit!

[Trent]

I was greeted by a woman

so strange

Her first words to me were

Alley behind memory lane.

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‘Tis was a secret affair

A soiree of sorts,

Where our eyes had met

And she glided over to talk.

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She asked me to wait

And talk to no one

Be there by nightfall

Alone or not at all.

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She spoke fondly of witches

And dark creatures summoned

to bring back to life

Those at the doorstep of death.

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She warned me of a surreptitious smile

And a glorious glance

Known to ensnare the mind

And leave nothing to chance.

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I did what she asked

For she promised me a chest

Not of material riches

But for a mind at rest.

Discussion

[IReflectU]

Nicely done! I love it. Intrigue builds to a satisfying conclusion.

[thebirdisdead]

Love 💜