Female voice — Narrator)
Candles drip in midnight rooms,
Old Salem breathes forgotten runes.
A laugh once buried in the dark,
Now flickers like a waking spark.
She walks between the truth and lie,
A silver streak across the sky.
Some call her savior, some a threat—
Agatha’s not finished yet.
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(Male voice — Billy)
I feel her magic pull the air,
A quiet storm that’s always there.
She looks at me like she can see
Every piece I’m meant to be.
Is she the guide I should believe?
Or just another trick to weave?
But when she smiles I almost know—
My power’s something she can grow.
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(Female voice — Jennifer Kale)
I’ve read the books, the oldest kind,
Where witches bargain, fate is signed.
Power’s a river sharp and wild,
And Agatha drinks like destiny’s child.
She bends the rules the rest obey,
Lets ancient spirits have their say.
Danger wrapped in velvet grace—
You never see her losing face.
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(Female voice — Lilia Calderu)
The cards are shaking in my hands,
A shifting web of future strands.
The Tower cracks, the Moon runs red,
A crown appears above her head.
Is she the ruin we’ll become,
Or just the beat of fate’s old drum?
The coven circles, drawn and bound—
Her shadow’s where the truth is found.
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(Female voice — Alice)
I’ve chased the dark across the years,
Through broken spells and whispered fears.
But her kind of magic’s strange and deep,
The sort you fight or learn to keep.
She walks the edge of wrong and right,
A lantern burning in the night.
And if the coven stands or falls—
Agatha’s the thread through all.
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(Female voice — Mrs. Hart / Sharon)
Okay, wait… hold up, time out please—
I thought this meeting came with cheese?
You’re chanting spells and drawing signs,
And someone spilled red wine on mine.
Who’s Sharon? Me! Don’t act confused!
You witches clearly need reviews.
Next time invite me with a plan—
Or maybe just a normal clan!
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(Female voice — Rio / Death — chilling, slow)
Every life’s a candle’s breath,
Every road bends back to Death.
Witches dance where shadows lie,
Thinking they can pass me by.
Agatha knows the cost of flame,
She’s spoken softly with my name.
And when the coven fears its fate…
I’ll simply smile…
…and wait.
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(All voices — rising, echoing)
Circle drawn in silver flame,
Every witch has played the game.
Truth and lies are intertwined—
Power’s never clean or kind.
Friend or foe, the path is set,
Legends grow where sparks are met.
Whisper low, the night is long…
Agatha was here all along.
