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The Witching Hour's End

In dark of night she hung her hat,
By candle flame and tails of rat.
With fetid breath upon the breeze,
The witching hour hers to seize.

Her shadow danced on cobbled stone,
A whispered curse, a silent moan.
With eyes aglow in firelight's gleam,
She wove the threads of wicked dreams.

The stars above began to fade,
As through the mist her plans were laid.
With twisted hands and cruel delight,
She bent the will of darkest night.

The Winds obeyed her cackled call,
And sent a shiver through them all,
No soul could hide, no lock would stand,
When fate was sealed by her command.

The clock struck twelve, the air grew still,
A haunting force, a chilling thrill.
Her laughter rang, a jagged sound,
As shadows thickened all around.

The earth beneath her seemed to sway,
As power surged and light gave way.
With every breath, her spell was cast,
Ensuring that the night would last.

No dawn to break, no sun to rise,
Just endless dark beneath the skies,
The world now held within her grasp,
Bound tight within her wicked clasp.

But as the night stretched on too long,
A distant sound, a whispered song,
Began to stir within the gloom,
A force that sought to break the doom.

A single star, so faint, so small,
Appeared above to heed the call,
It's light grew bright, began to spread,
Defying all the dark ahead.

The winds that once obeyed her will,
Now trembled, soft and deathly still.
And from the earth, a spark of fire,
Dared to claim her dark desire.

The witch, now sensing something near,
Her smile faltered, laced with fear.
For even power built in spite,
Could not withstand the dawning light.

The shadows trembled, list their hold,
As light poured in, both bright and bold.
The witch cried out, her grip undone,
By the first rays of rising sun.

Her spells dissolved like morning mist,
As dawn's soft glow began to twist,
The world awoke from night's cruel reign,
As life returned, no longer feigned.

She fled the dawn, once fierce and proud,
As shadows writhed, their chains unbowed.
And with the light, her reign was done-
The witching hour claimed by the sun.

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