A villanelle of witches

No more will there be

Gone be all by night

Witches we are three

For those who do not follow the rules of three

Swallowed by their own blight

No more will there be

Trees creak like a turned Daphne

A pixies teeth bared for bite

Witches, we are three

For this spell you must be free

Strike us down, sword drawn by knight,

No, more will there be

Torch borne by wise Hecate

Shine through mist cloaking moonlight

We witches are three

Listen to this prophetic decree

We must set the world right

No more will there be

What witches are we three?

Author's Note

They say villanelles are hard. I beg to differ