There is no place for witches in the modern world. They are a superstitious holdover from the ignorant past. We know better now than to believe in witches, magic, miracles, or counterfactual events of any sort. Prayers go unanswered. A mountain's worth of faith will not move a mustard seed. There is no Santa Claus. A mother's love will only last until she dies, and sometimes not even that long.
The truth is bracing. It sets us free.
So in the waning hours of the night, the witches sadly mount their brooms (Freud taught us what that meant!) and fuck off into the cold, depthless light of false dawn. Since time before remembrance, we've been entertained by tales of their cruelty, of children imprisoned in gingerbread houses, of midnight hag-rides, of huts on chicken legs and wicked spells that cover the land in eternal winter. But now it's good-bye and good riddance! We don't need them any longer.