The Witching hour has come, and darkness grips the world in a vise, and the pale moon observe attentively like a watchful eye. The spirits and the creatures of the night reign supreme over the deserted streets and the night sky, without any obligation and finally free. Poem (C): Me “Witches at their Incantations” (c. 1646). details (C): Salvator Rosa All the rights of the imag…