Witchy widdershins she
Wove my weird,
Wildly dancing, arms
A-waving, deeper
Into the trance
She dove, chanting
Cantrips of fell
Import, aimed at
I all unsuspecting
That once she’d done
Undone I’d be
With all my
Weal unspun.
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