From so long ago they were thought of as evil,

Daughters of darkness, spells cast upon the land.

Witches they are called, some ignorance of man,

Different are they so are we all the same kind.

Descendants from a not so understood world are they,

These witches of two and a secret hidden from today.

Their craft would come to haunt them in a mortal time,

Let their secret be known, a crime would be found,

A magic potion, a lesson for witches of two,

A bad man is dead but there live mortal rules.

Keith Garrett