By the dark
of the moon
She weaves
her spells
Broken
hearts, illness
She knows
all too well
She recites,
she incants
She
radiates, enchants
She breaks
open bottles
Of elixers
and spirits
The
fragrance of herbs
Combine as
she mixes
The warmth
from the light
Cast shadows
afar
As she
continues her work
Neath the rays
of Lodestar
She works
until dawn
To ensure
the spell
Will bring
hope and cheer
And healing as
well
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