Needless Things: Glitch Witches Magic Trick Twitches

In neon static their cauldrons spark, Casting shadows that glitch through dark. A cackle loops like a broken refrain, Hexed in echoes of pixelated pain.

Their brooms don’t fly, they jitter and twitch, Summoning code in a spectral glitch. Spells misfire with a digital scream, Reality rips at its pixel-seamed dream.

Potions bubble in corrupted streams, Dripping malware into fractured dreams. Cards are shuffled but vanish mid-flick, A haunted sleight of a ghostly trick.

These witches weave chaos in binary threads, Turning thoughts electric in spectral heads. Each twitch a charm, each glitch a bind, Witchcraft rewritten in circuits of mind.

Beware their tricks in the neon night, For their glitches twist wrong into right. A twitch of the hand, a broken command, And the world’s rewritten in their arcane brand. NNN