Beneath the full moon's silvery light, A witch stirs her cauldron on this mystic night. With herbs and potions, she weaves her spell, Brewing a potion, only time will tell.

Moonbeams dance on the bubbling brew, As incantations whispered, old and true. In her enchanted circle, she works her art, Crafting a potion from deep in her heart.

To heal or harm, her choice is made, Beneath the full moon's soft cascade. With a cackle and a crooked smile, The witch completes her magic, all the while.