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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Inspirational · #900897

The casting of the circle...

The Casting

The witch stands
within her circle
cast in the mist-cloaked
clearing.
Cries of night's creatures
are music to her.
Candles' flames piercing
the dark forest.
Emerald robes rustle as
she readies her spell.
A brew and sacred words
chanted to the winds,
carrying her wishes.
Cakes and ale
follow.
The circle is closed.
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