ODE TO DARKEND SPELLS
For I am old now,
the witch would sigh.
My cauldrons empty,
my herbs are nigh.

all the spells and potions
wither in the light,
and no longer prolong
the darkness of the night

for I am old now,
no more spells for me
the oldness of my magic
isn't what it seems

I wish to cast one last spell
to keep the night at bay
but I am old now
there is no longer the day

So dampen the blazing fire
free the souls I keep
for I am old now
and all I wish for,
is sleep