It's 3am the witches hour

Lights r out but within there's power

 

Never ending supplies of light

Emergency stash but not in sight 

Not the artificial blinding type

Natural fueled like a star filled night

Layered pollution thick clouds cover sky

Fooling the fools even covers their eyes

 

So whilst the sleeping are deep in to dreaming

Bewildered the witches from inside are beaming

Some can not channel they hate how they're feeling

Congested conscience they wake up to screaming

 

Bless them this hour  Bless all of them

The cloud covered folk at 3 am