Sorceress of the Weirding Wood
What treasure do you seek?
You were foretold so long ago
It’s you of whom they speak
From the forest late at night
Comes a faint and reddish glow
While some may ponder what it is
There’s some who truly know
It’s spells you cast with sacred hands
Incantations which you read
Is tonight the night that you shall find
Just what…or whom…you need?
©The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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