The Thirteen Witches
Thirteen witches gathered around the table,
To discuss the matter at hand.
Their coven lies in grave peril now,
After the Ruler's command.
The Society has shunned them,
And demanded to have them hanged.
The Ruler's men are searching the outskirts now,
For inside the town, their entrance's been banned.
Everyone assumed them to be evil,
But they have a heart too.
Tired of always being misjudged,
They left the human society and towards their magical land they flew!
It's my entry in the poetry contest by @terrycraft. The topic for this week is: 13/coven/witches.