Needless Things: Glitchcraft Magic

A spark of code, a fractured charm, A spell that hums with hidden harm. Where witches once drew runes in sand, Now pixels twist at their command.

Incantations crash like files corrupt, A cursed new language, abrupt, erupt. Hexes woven in broken streams, Enchantments coded in fractured dreams.

The moonlight flickers, a neon glare, Glitchcraft hums in electric air. A broomstick hums like a broken drone, Phantoms flicker through microphone tone.

Each spell a bug, each charm a breach, Each lesson twisted beyond old speech. Where magic falters, the glitch expands, Rewiring fate with corrupted hands.

So tread with care in this jagged domain, Where sorcery stutters through ghostly mainframe. For Glitchcraft Magic is beauty and dread, A curse half-living, half-coded, half-dead. NNN