Contest by @wakeupkitty and @freewritehouse.
What peril does it hold on this night of the full Moon?
Why does the witch earnestly watch the squadron of stars slowly flow by?
What stories do they tell on this white night of tales?
Why does she crave solitude like the eerie shadows of the light?
Why do I wonder if she's as enchanted as I am
With the inky blue Clouds and the startling beauty of the full Moon?
The critters call, listen while she sits in her cottage
She utters a silent plea, with her lone dog howling
I, by the full Moon, standing tall in the Sky
Wondering how some people live in a place without a Moon
Oh now I know, weaving magic's glowing light, a gleam in her eyes
This is the ancient rhythm of the sorceress
She sits not in solitude but to harness energies dripping from the Moon, the full Moon
Thank you for the Contest.