The witch had her cauldron ready.
It was ready, when eyes could not see.
It was hidden from a world that had forgotten to dream.
When the sun was rising reluctantly.
When the rain did not drum.
When the wind did not sing,
but scream.
When the void was forming.
When the shape was ready,
and it fit a lost someone.
When land had burned.
When bodies had failed.
When there was no way back,
but in dreams.
Then, the witch was pouring all over it,
was stirring it around,
holding on to the spoon.
The witch was summoning days this world had forgotten about.
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