Book One – Chapter 5

THE WITCHING HOUR  —  WIZARD NURSERY RHYME

One-forty-one, the witching hour’s begun,

When Teharun rises and darkness is spun

Witches emerge, sinister and cold,

With malice and mischief, their curses unfold.

One-forty-one-forty-two, dread the dark brew,

Of potions and hexes, where shadows accrue.

Wizards, take heed, for danger’s afoot,

Under Teharun they dance, spells that none refute.

Wise wizards hush until two-twenty-two,

No words to be spoken, no magic to strew.

The witches are cunning, their tricks hard to see,

In this silent vigil, true safety shall be.

From one-forty-one to two-twenty-two,

A pact with the night makes the deadliest shrew.

Wizards, stand guard, your senses be keen,

For in this darkest hour, the witches convene.

Let not your spirit be twisted or swayed,

By their sly incantations in the moon’s serenade.

A whisper, a cackle, a rustle, a hiss,

Signals the hour when in greatest power they bliss.

In shadows they linger, in secrets they revel,

To thwart their deceptions, stay quiet, stay level.

For the witching hour is a precarious feat,

Within Teharun’s reach, where witch mothers meet.

So heed the warning, oh wizards so wise,

From one-forty-one, till Teharun leaves the skies.

Protecting your magic, your voices, you might

In the silence of night, keep safe from their sight.