THE SPELL
She walks in shadows hoping to be unseen
Her hair of gold shimmers in moonlight sheen
It tumbles softly over shoulders soft
The moon smiles kindly in skies aloft
Alone and swiftly in her steps she glides
Checking she is quite alone she hides
For her purpose is to cast a spell
Quite unseen in shadows dwell
And from her pocket she takes her wares
And lighted candle into flame she stares
And then the flame's extinguished the spell is cast
The work is done fate will come to pass
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