Whispers of the Moonlit Coven

Under a candle of moonlight

Where shadows weave, a coven gathers 

Candles whisper of the moonlit coven 

A coven of witches draped in midnight cloaks 

Their whispers soft as silk, the air thick with secrets

In the moonlit forest, candles burning bright 

Witches gather under the shadow of moonlight

They seek the power of candlelight

A sacred ring of candles burning bright 

A hundred candles stand aligned and stark

Flames weaving magic spells against the dark 

Black candles are burned, filled with mystery and power

As witches chant beneath the full moon’s gaze

Incantations of witches and magic spells are spoken

The moon, cloaked in deep, mysterious black ink

Carries the whispers of the moonlit circle

Broomsticks and candles, fire and smoke 

Mystical tendrils of smoke rise from the burning candles

Inviting us to explore the magic that surrounds us all