Enchanted Potion #TheThreeWords Casting shadows across the land, Light peaking through the trees, The eerie forest faintly glows, The terror will never cease. Witches cackle recklessly, Shrieking hex after hex, With that they flick their wooden wand, In a pattern, so complex. Cauldron brimming with curses, Potions that cause such pain, Witches are fed with power, From that, they can't refrain. Fairies elegantly dance by, Sprinkling goodness into the mix, Turning the potion to a deep gold, Their dainty wands are flicked. The witch returns, face green with rage, As she sees her potion now gold, She shakes her bony fist in rage, While the fairies stand, brave and bold. "The potion is now enchanted!" A little fairy squeaks, She bows her head and flushes red, This fairy gentle and meek. Another fairy muttered spells, Her wand pointing at the witch, The woman, white with terror, Melted with a final twitch. The witch had finally left them, Her #life brought others grief, Goodness overpowers evil, That is a strong belief.