The Season of The Witch

With a sky so grey

And a wind that rustles through the trees

Leaves that fall upon the breeze

The trees turn bare

A silence fills the air

And though you cannot hear a sound

You can feel the spirits all around

As in this season of the witch

They all come out to play

written by Taffy OKelly

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