Their cackles resounded in the nightish moonlight glare
Black cats slinked in the dark, feral eyes to stare
Tonight was a special day of the new baneful season
Time to boil a malignant witches brew spiteful beyond reason
A drop of mandrake, touch of garlic, slice of human finger
Crow’s foot, eel eyes and ghoul’s blood for a taste to linger
This was an event to avenge all the witches who were lost
To mortal mobs screaming and hunting for witches to accost
Tonight their will would be done and a spell would be cast
To take the firstborn from them and make new witches at last