Lament of the Flame-Haired Witch...

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In realms where shadows whisper tales untold,

A pale flame-haired witch weaves spells in gloom,
Conjuring love with powers that unfold,
But fate's cruel hand denies her heart's bloom.

With magick's dance, she charms the moonlit eve,
In Magick circles spun with desperate plea,
Yet joy's elixir, her soul cannot receive,
For her true love remains a mystery.

The embers of hope flicker dim and still,
As time bemoans her heart's unanswered call,
Each spell she casts but adds to her own chill,
As tears of longing down her cheeks do fall.

Oh pale enchantress, bound by love's cruel game,
Her spells remain unfulfilled, nothing but a haunting flame.