The dead, the witch and the dreamer

“Can you feel it?
Today, the veil is thinner.
Do you fear it?
The dead, the witch or the dreamer?

The weary eyes of a poor man’s daughter,
Who knows the herbs and talks to the moon,
Scans the skies for a sign of the witches
She would love to walk this earth with soon.

Do bring back the chants and the spells –
For the one he put on her had a twist of poison,
And now, in her cauldron, she cooks her revengeful moisture;
Dear boy, never diminish how a painful tear holds so much power.

Oh, how lonely it can be, to long to be a witch,
In this enchanting, pleasing season,
Alive in a world where people will never believe
The dead, the witch and the dreamer…”

Ana.

Happy Halloween everyone!!

Spell

“I find myself reminiscing about you –
About your ways and your polished knowledge
On how to enchant people you wanted
To take a bow in your honour.

I try to reflect on our pleasant hours,
Forcing myself to find the common factor,
A lie or a simple pattern
That may help me understand my error.

For I thought we had something special,
And it has been hard to face the reality
That whatever spell you put on me
Would only last as long as you wished.

Today, my heart can finally see
You’ve been using the most powerful source there is,
In the shape of a word, to make a heart believe
Someone out there loves you by saying lovingly,
One’s name when casting the spell, deceptively…”

Ana.