Illusive Prize 🏆
From the coven Fiery promises were made Hot as oven Coming to the witches aid Three old hags Dancing round in rags They stand with staffs They attended to their staff The whole world in your hands Moon for you to hold The sun under your control For you to move or roll Oh!!! The promises rings Coming at her juicy and sweet With excitement, her familiar tweets Giving echoes that widely rings There is a mission A mission for every reward Free gift will be too odd So gladly she accepts her mission Never is the truth ever told There is something they withold An extra bargaining power In case you shiver or cower The success she desires came Now for her reward and pay They said “Just a little more play" “A little bit of game" So the list grew A unending flow of brew A new task to do again The whole wor...