#witches poem

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My perfect winter Solstice 🥰

Beneath the winter's silver shroud,

A solstice tale is sung aloud.

The sun retreats, its warmth withdrawn,

As frosty breath adorns the dawn.

The world in slumber, ice-kissed and still,

A whispered breeze on windowsill.

Branches, like fingers, reach for the sky,

Nature's artwork in frozen sigh.

Crystal blankets weave a quilted scene,

A tapestry of white, serene.

Footprints echo on the glistening ground,

In winter's theater, silence is found.

Yet, in this quiet, a promise lies,

The solstice marks a slow sunrise.

Days may be short, but hope takes flight,

Winter's grip yields to spring's delight.

[maryhale1]

The Divination witch ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

In shadows deep, where moonlight weaves,

A witch of lore her magic breathes.

With eyes like stars, and hair of night,

She calls upon the ancient rite.

In forest's heart, beneath the trees,

She feels the whisper of the breeze.

Her hands outstretched, she seeks the signs,

In nature's code, the stars align.

Her cauldron bubbles, secrets swirl,

As midnight mist begins to curl.

The tarot cards, they tell a tale,

Of love, of loss, of futures pale.

With crystal ball, she peers through time,

To worlds unseen, to dreams that climb.

The past and present intertwine,

In threads of fate, her soul's design.

She reads the runes, their symbols stark,

In twilight’s glow, in ember’s spark.

The fire speaks, the water sings,

Of endless realms, and hidden things.

Through realms of shadow, light, and shade,

She dances in the truths displayed.

A witch of vision, pure and wise,

She sees beyond the veiled disguise.

For she is more than myths and lore,

A guardian of what came before.

In every glance, in every spell,

She holds the keys to Heaven and Hell.

So when you seek what lies ahead,

The paths unknown, the roads to tread,

Find her where the night is deep,

The witch who dreams while others sleep.

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[maryhale1]

Ashes to Ashes.

Dust to Dust.

In thee now, I do Trust.

As Above, So Below.

Magic-

Protect my Witch's soul.

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My gorgeous Lilith ✨ Thank You ✨

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In shadows deep, where whispers wreathe,

Goddess Lilith, in night's reprieve.

With serpentine grace, a darkened dance,

She reigns in mystery, a mystic trance.

A silhouette against the moonlit sky,

Her presence, potent, mystifies.

Untamed spirit, a rebel's pride,

Lilith, in darkness, does confide.

In moonlit gardens, where secrets grow,

Her wisdom blooms, a shadow's glow.

A goddess fierce, with wings unfurled,

Lilith, revered in the underworld.

Embracing darkness, she finds her might,

In realms unseen, she takes her flight.

A symbol of freedom, untamed desire,

Lilith's essence, an eternal fire.

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The kitchen witch

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In a cozy kitchen, warm and bright,

Lives a witch with magic light.

Her cauldron's just a well-worn pan,

Her magic scents the room's expanse.

With wooden spoon, she stirs the pot,

Her magic made from what she's got:

A pinch of thyme, a dash of sage,

Her ancient book, a weathered page.

The garlic cloves, the onion sweet,

Transform with her, a witch's treat.

With every chop and slice she makes,

A charm of health and joy awakes.

She brews her potions, teas of gold,

In porcelain cups, her tales are told.

A simmering broth, a bubbling stew,

Her incantations hidden in the brew.

Her broom, a simple sweeping tool,

Clears away the mundane and the cruel.

With every sweep, a spell is cast,

To cleanse the space of shadows past.

Her apron, tied with care and love,

A talisman of warmth, thereof.

Each thread a stitch of ancient lore,

A tapestry of those before.

With salt and sugar, flour and yeast,

She conjures up a wondrous feast.

Each bite a blessing, each sip a song,

In her enchanted realm, we all belong.

So in this kitchen, magic thrives,

In daily tasks, the spell survives.

The kitchen witch, with humble grace,

Turns home into a sacred space.

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A modern witches cozy evening

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In the twilight's gentle, glowing hue,

A witch stirs her brew in a cauldron anew,

Not in a forest dark or a cavern deep,

But in a loft where secrets keep.

The city hums with distant light,

Her windows bathed in silver night,

She sets her herbs on marble cool,

And whispers spells with practiced rule.

Her cat, a shadow on velvet paws,

Curled by the hearth, extends its claws,

A modern witch with timeless lore,

Mixes tea on the kitchen floor.

Crystal vials on shelves arranged,

Books of magic, slightly changed,

Electronics hum with mystic grace,

As runes glow bright on an iPad's face.

Candles flicker with fragrant charm,

Warding off the evening's harm,

She reads the stars through skylight clear,

The cosmos speaks, she holds it near.

Incense curls in phantom swirls,

As she braids her hair in raven twirls,

With each knot, a promise made,

Of peace and love, in twilight's shade.

No cackling, no hissing spite,

Just warmth and wisdom in the night,

A cozy evening, witch's way,

Where ancient magic meets today.

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Hecate, goddess of crossroads and magic, hear my prayer.

Guide me through life's paths, illuminate my choices, and grant me your wisdom.

I seek your protection and strength on my journey.

Blessed be.

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Beneath the cloak of night's embrace,

To be a witch, with grace and pace,

Among the stars, in whispered flight,

Yet anchored here, in earthly light.

To weave the threads of fate's design,

To stir the cauldron, to divine,

The mysteries that lie untold,

In ancient spells, in runes of old.

To dance beneath the crescent moon,

To chant the words, to weave the rune,

To feel the pulse of magic's birth,

To be a witch, upon this earth.

So let the stars guide your way,

As night turns to the light of day,

For in your heart, the power lies,

To be a witch, beneath the skies.

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