Mind Games

Beneath the cloak of the midnight hour's sweep, In a realm where secrets and shadows keep, Witches gather in the hush of night, To conjure spells, to take their flight. With eyes that gleam, like stars they shine, Crafting illusions, a twisted design, Hypnotic whispers in the dark they sow, Entangling minds in a mystical flow. Their fingers trace symbols, their voices a spell, A dance of deception, where stories swell, In a world of nightmares, victims entwined, In mind's labyrinth, their fears combined. Yet fear not this darkness, this eerie plight, For dawn will break, banishing the night, In the realm of witches, where shadows play, A haunting enchantment on this eerie day.