Enchanted Night

In the heart of night where shadows weave,
A young witch holds a world in her grasp,
Cloaked in midnight's velvet, she breathes,
Under the gaze of a silvery moon's clasp.Her hat, a peak of ancient lore,
Points to where dreams and reality blur,
Surrounded by pumpkins that softly implore,
To light up the darkness with whispers that stir.In her hand, a globe of cosmic delight,
Glows with the warmth of a fairy-tale hearth,
Within it, a cottage bathed in starlight,
A sanctuary of magic, a realm of rebirth.
Bats silhouette against the moon's glow,
Guardians of secrets in the night's embrace,
While the wind whispers stories only they know,
Of enchanted beings and their timeless grace.
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Specter of the mist

Down the narrow alleys where shadows creep,
A spectral figure glides through the haze,
With hair as dark as the secrets it keeps,
A phantom adrift in eternity's gaze.
Garbed in a gown of ethereal white,
It moves with the grace of a forgotten dream,
In the haunting glow of a lantern's light,
A ghostly waltz in a world unseen.
Eyes obscured by a veil of despair,
Yet power emanates from its silent form,
An enigma wrapped in a shroud of rare,
Drifting through time like a whispering...