SORROW SINGS THE WICCAN

Bowing trees
Shelter me,
from the evening
come end-
Bleeding green
she approaches me
Sad wiccan
woman..

Dancing,swimming in the slow-
possessed animals follow-
Keeping distance from my frequency.

Summer choking final breathes-
Melodies play autumn red-
Girl of spell and not of prayer.

Conversing
Emerald eyes
they're asking
his name.

The spirits leave
when spoken loud
I tell her
The way.

Blending with the bleeding green-
The spells casted, they've no meaning
And she can finally touch my flesh.

Removing nature from her hair-
the light catches the cross I wear-
And she can now finally rest-

Leave behind this haunted forest
Leave with the one spirit inside
Leave your heart inside his hands
And keep yours within mine...

Let us pray now...