Part Seven: A Tale of Witchery

Her cauldron bubbles, herbs entwine,
With whispers of the old design.

Herbs and flowers, twigs and stone,
Enchantments made by hand alone.

Candles flicker, shadows play,
Guiding paths where secrets lay.

A black cat purrs, a raven caws,
The witch observes the magic laws.

With eyes that see the veiled and thin,
She draws the power deep from within.

Potions stirred with mystic might,
Transform the dark into the light.

Through timeless realms her spirit soars,
Unlocking nature's hidden doors.

Nocturnal winds her whispers hear,
Echoing chants that persevere.