There's a darker side to scrying all good witches won't tell you anything about, They keep it secret, for their own magic works with nature - without a doubt, But dark witches they know a thing or two, of how to not only bring into view, Other places and people there, but how to manipulate energy to slip in through.

Dark Sisters prey on the sleeping witless souls who haven't covered their mirrors, They can snip the silver cord tying you from your body to dreams with scissors, And you'll never find your way home then trapped in the spirit world forever, They use the cord to weave their black spells and a body fails without its tether.

Beware any witch can scry to foretell the future and any sister can also be turned, "A life in the shadow" they call it and once you travel it you will be spurned, For no Dark Sister truly trusts another and the White seem so utterly opposed, They won't even acknowledge they're related, they keep their ranks enclosed.

And all those silver cords are mixed with blood and boiled with human fat, Then the steam creates a mist that can be used to do their bidding imagine that, Sent back through mirrors in the guise of whatever causes most panic and fear, Dark Sisters thrive on adrenalin which they extract by magic through your ear.

Cover your mirrors and reflective surfaces, unless you want them to come, Pray for the morning to cast away shadows by the burning rays of the sun, They scry for the power in their most fearsome spells, they don't care you'll die, For all a Dark Sister really wants is easier access to your mirrors so they can scry.