Beneath the silver full moon's glow,
Where restless waves forever flow,
A solitary witch walks slow,
Along the midnight shore.
Her raven cloak is kissed by sea,
While whispered winds speak quietly.
The stars bear witness silently
To ancient spells once more.
She gathers shells and sea smoothed stone,
With magic older than the known.
The ocean sings in solemn tone,
A hymn to earth and sky.
The moonlight dances on the tide,
As spirits drift the waters wide.
The witch smiles with her heart open wide,
No fear beneath the night.
She lifts her hands into the air,
Offering gratitude in prayer
To moon and sea with quiet care,
And all the worlds unseen.
The waves erase each earthly scar,
The moon reminds her who they are.
She follows every guiding star
Until the break of dawn.
For every witch who walks alone
Will find the sea has always known
The heart that seeks a sacred home
Beneath the full moon's light.
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