Witches’ Night

No fire this night lit
Come thee witches, come and sit
This night the veil is thin
Melodies of ancient kin
This night I invite thee to
Of the mist thus seen through
Truly, the dead travel fast
Invitation to share a glass
No fire lit this night
Free is the witch of flight
Indeed, the dead travel fast
A toast, I raise a glass

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