In the dappled woods where shadows play, A witch approached, in the light of day. Elliott and others felt the spell, Frozen in place, where secrets dwell. The child hugged the witch, pure and wise, A protector, beneath the ominous skies. She spoke of love in the face of hate, A heart pure, in a world sedate.
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