Witches Chant their Spells (a poem)

The witches chant their spells
And we wallow in our private hells
We listen to tolling church bells
We wonder what compels us
To circle around the cauldron
And obey sinister doctrines

Witchcraft is not always evil
But it is in my little village
Our laws are quite medieval
And we have revoked privileges
Of the saints in the town square

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Black Magic (a poem)

Where did you learn black magic?
You’ve put me under your spell
The look on your face is so tragic
My fortune, you did tell

Where did you learn black magic?
You give off witchy vibes
Your sexuality is volcanic
You have those bedroom eyes

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