Under the moon's soft glow,
The Redwitch stirs her brew,
With shadows all around her,
And secrets known to few.
Her laughter fills the darkness,
Her eyes like glowing fire,
In the chill of Halloween,
She weaves her dark desire.
Crimson leaves swirl gently,
As whispers fill the air,
She calls the night to dance with her,
A spell beyond compare.
Her cauldron bubbles softly,
With potions dark and deep,
For those who dare to cross her path,
No promises she'll keep.
So tread with care, brave wanderers,
In the woods where shadows blend,
For when the clock strikes midnight,
The Redwitch's magic won’t end.
Happy Halloween!
