The Midnight Witch 🔮🪻💅🌘🌙✨
Beneath the moon’s pale silver glow,
Where twisted oaks and nightshade grow,
A shadow stirs with silent grace,
A witch who walks with time to chase.
Her cloak is woven from the night,
Her whispers turn the stars to light,
With hands like mist and eyes like fire,
She weaves dark spells of deep desire.
The winds obey her silent call,
Leaves rise and dance, then gently fall,
A raven perches near her side,
A secret guide, her midnight bride.
She speaks in tongues the ancients knew,
Of love and loss, of old and new,
And in the air, her power sways,
A tale of fate, a path she lays.
Yet fear her not, for she is wise,
A keeper of the earth and skies,
Not all who craft with magic’s art,
Hold shadows deep within their heart.