A quest futile

Dark grey skies on world-end realms
traverse this maiden on a dark quest
Fairness goes into sombre terrain
to look and seek the one she loves
Up on their brooms the witches stream,
Watching the lone figure down below
crooked and black in the crescent's gleam,
of the silvery orb they call the moon
Silver lights of magic and doom
flay the maiden in her bloom
Cutting short her troubled life
On a quest no more
and away they swarm 'neath the dragon's feet
Cackling in glee as they return
to the sad imprisoned prince