The witching hour,
A time of infinite possibilities.
Midnight is what I want it to be,
Sometimes magical, other times evil.
But the times of evilness are of my own making,
Mine alone.
It is my free choice, I can drift and float in the essence of magical wonder or
Chain myself in the darkness of a black soul.
Both exist in abundance
In the witching hour and I decide which to feed.
The ability and freedom to choose is a grave responsibility,
Frightening in its implications.
There is no one else here,
But they are all watching
Which choice will I make?
Witch choice will make me?
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Well written…powerful thoughts.
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You will make the choice, but in doing so, you will be set free of the burden that comes with grave responsibility. J
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