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Midnight Flight
Cackles echo through the night,
Beneath the glow of silver light.
With broomsticks soaring, hearts take flight,
In shadows deep, we weave delight.
Cloaked in whispers, spells we cast,
Through tangled branches, wild and fast.
With every gust, our laughter grows,
As starlit winds through autumn blows.
In circles high, we twirl and spin,
With moonlit grace, the night draws in.
The world below in slumber lies,
While witches dance in twilight skies.
Broomstick Ballad
In moonlit skies where shadows dance,
The witches ride, they take their chance.
With broomsticks swift through night they glide,
On whispers of the wind, they ride.
Stars twinkle bright, a silver hue,
Casting spells under night’s deep blue.
Cackles echo, a melodic sound,
As they soar above the sleeping ground.
Through swirling clouds, their laughter weaves,
With every sweep, the night believes.
A tapestry of magic spun,
In every flight, a tale begun.
So when you gaze at the midnight sky,
Look closely and see them soaring high.
For in the dark where secrets loom,
The witches dance with the flowers in bloom.
Broomstick Flight
Inky black, the clouds attack,
A tempest brews, no turning back.
With cackling glee, we soar on high,
Underneath the stormy sky.
Our broomsticks dance 'midst thunder's roar,
Through the wind, we twist and soar.
Whispers of spells in the night air spin,
As moonlight bathes our wicked kin.
With shadows casting spells anew,
We ride the storm, just us and you.
In velvet cloaks, the witches wend,
On broomstick wings, our dreams ascend.
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