It is the night of the witch's gathering  once a year a party on Halloween. Mixing up potions and adding colors  to attract little ones sisters and brothers.

They gather their familars and whisper in their ears  sending them on missions to help with the fears. Conjuring up in kettles soups of the earth  magical mist from this will immerse..

You hear their cackling as they stand around the ring of fire  this is their only day to be gathered and not hide in fear. The werewolves watch from high hills  but to come closer would be a sure kill.

Howling they do just to let the witches know  they also have tonight to let loose and grow.
The head witch Esmarella is a century plus old she leads and guides all the young witches souls.

She orders them to gather their brooms It is time to see how well these witches are groomed. With the sound of a giant swish they enter the sky  laughing all the way for they love to fly.

Seeing little ones walking the swoop down and laugh  as the children run to daddy and his neck they grasp. Crying babies makes parents mad so they reach a witch and they grab  her by her broom and pull her down and tell her how she is so bad.

From that night forward the witches just have a party

Debbie Wagoner     10/29/14



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