Needless Things: The Bewitching Construct

She was built from whispers, gears, and charms, Moonlight wired through her porcelain arms. A witch’s spark in a clockwork heart, Half machine, half mystic art.

Her eyes were spells in electric flame, Each blink rewrote the rules of the game. Circuits hummed with a haunted hymn, Between metal and magic, the line grew thin.

She brews her potions in copper veins, Love and logic — both leave stains. Her laughter crackles, her circuits sigh, She dreams in code beneath the sky.

Bolts and bones, entwined with grace, A halo of hexes frames her face. She’s both creation and her own design, A sin so perfect it feels divine.

And when midnight hums through wire and lung, Her hex-born heart starts to come undone. The stars all shimmer, the moon combusts— She smiles, alive— The Bewitching Construct. NNN