Illusions and visions
in between lines,
I waltz through a candlelit ballroom
with a man unfamiliar to time.
A city that I have never touched,
calls as if-
I could call it mine,
or perhaps my soul
has forever belonged there?
Fate must have woven
into the lace of my stoytelling.
For I ache to be there.
It hums-
unseen presence beside me.
Darker, deeper-
They were tortured and burned,
Guess who?
They called them \'Witches\'.
When they didn\'t understand the divine.
And still-
My soul lingers,
to the unknown where no one visits,
Gatekeeper of places you fear.