White Witchery

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In the snowy woods, where silence reigns,
A figure clad in white, where magic remains.
A sorceress of winter's chill,
With powers beyond, a mystical thrill.
Her gown of frost, her cloak of snow,
Her breath a mist, with an icy glow.
Her hair like silver, her eyes aglow,
A vision ethereal, a mystical show.
She weaves her spells with icy touch,
Creating wonders, oh, so much.
A frosty landscape, a winter's scene,
Enchanting, mesmerizing, a frozen dream.
Her wand of ice, her staff of frost,
Her power unfathomable, at no cost.
She commands the cold, the frost, the ice,
In a realm of winter's beauty and vice.
Yet, beware, for her magic is not always kind,
Her heart can be cold, her intentions blind.
Her powers, like winter, can be harsh,
A force of nature, both beautiful and harsh.
But in her realm, a world of white,
There's beauty to behold, both day and night.
The glistening snowflakes, the icy glaze,
A wonderland of frosty maze.
So, behold the white witchery,
A mystical force, a winter's decree.
In her realm of frost and ice,
A world of magic, both cold and nice.