Witches' Night Revelry

In a quiet town, we gather, hats tilted just right.

The town thinks we're crazy and they might be right. We cast some

spells and raise some hell. But are you trying to kill me?

I can never tell. God forbid women have hobbies. Oh what a

crime. We'll dance with our brooms. Sing a crooked rhyme.

Laugh so loud you say I'm cursed. But who's the one who's gonna

end up in a hearse? . . Crystals,

candles, and spooky charms. Midnight tea for two. Writing secret stories.