Why do I need your body with no soul?
Why do I need your mind without a virtue?
Your inner world's as black as coal...
A thousand times I've told you,
That when you visit my dark side,
The sorrow enters me, my mind – comes out.
From you, I would be happy just to hide,
To find salvation in my fair doubt...
The omens I received from gods were true!
The hellish creatures told me you're the demon!
Three witches saw the same in their magic brew
And woke in me a highly anxious feeling...
The help of witches passed in vain,
The more I knew, the less believed it
And felt as if I was insane,
With my mistake I was bewildered...
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Author:
Öjvind Lindén (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A poem of the fantastic and haunted well told
nicely said
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