Move along a ghastly string, winding threads, the witches sing.
The stars are dark beyond our sight
Immortal mischief blamed within the light
A moment of a wistful wish.
A sudden touch and lovers kiss.
My bones to crunch in churches tall,
Built from sands of earth to not befall.
By witness of her burning lips,
Brings heated passion and thoughts of bliss.
At last a lover stares below,
The night time Stars and moons shadow.
Their lips did meet, a kiss awoke,
The touch of burning flames and fire smoke.
A dance in shadows, lovers greet,
Yet stand alone upon two feet
To find the one for them so true
Or die regretful as in life to grow
So deep above our tempered heads
Alone they lay within their beds.
To sleep a slumber, dreamless night,
To try again another night, to make the stars rebright.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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The cadence of this poem brought to mind a chant over a caldron and witches brew. It is filled with wonderful and magical images of the night. A lovely write
Thanks again
You are most welcome
A really nice write with some wonderful imagery as you read, enjoyed the read
Thanks again
You are very welcome
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