In the moonlight's glare shadows fall
And thunder strikes the oak
Splitting bark and darkest hearts
Witches gather now

Robes of secrets adorn the hags
And spells they cast with glee
Singing of bad things to come
And dancing round in glee

Putrid smoke fills the air
The thunder growls so loud
The moon glows  so bright
Upon this darkest crowd

With mouths now bent
Words are sent
Into the midnight air
Flying away with a swirl that's meant
To chill the bones of the meek

Cackle and cawl the last of it all
Is spoken in a quiet hush
Then with a loud bang
The witches became
Shadows amongst the brush