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 world she stands to gain

The game never ends 

At the end of every end 
You emerge with a new task 
Prizes dangling to move you to the task 
Yet again but... 

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