Unseen magic

in a world where magic is unseen
dwell witchs cryptic and arcane
With their potions bubbling and cauldrons brewing,
They whisper secrets under the ethereal moon

They chant ancient spells under the moon's gentle glow.
They dance around fires, their laughter ringing,
Their power growing, the spirits singing,
Their whispers float on the night breeze.

Their eyes gleam with mischief and glee. 
They harness the power of nature.
With herbs and crystals in hand
Drawing energy from the mother earth

 Creating a tapestry of enchantments
 as the power of the elements bend to their will.
 With each incantation, the world comes alive,
beating with enchantments.