The coven was formed,
So was the disguised plan,
The decoy was vibrant,
Geared to erase the clan.

The satin might appear,
Ruling the roost,
Evil may appear,
Always be on the loose.

Little did they know,
How the power of few good men,
Is enough to,
Foil the coterie’s malicious plan.

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