The Witch Of My Heart

In times of medieval torment and grief
I wandered unseen shores under a scornful hex
Into the selfish void of my inner coma
A gleam of cruel eyes gave expurgation

There you stood... A beauty of teutonic blood
An equal to sui generis - The witch of my heart
Beyond all consanguinity and covenant
A twin cohort for this revenant of thorns

You are the star in the sky I gaze upon each night
A distant lantern for this dismal heart
You are the sylphlike flame I long to touch in and adore
My true love - The witch of my heart

The witch of my dreams - enthralled in your craft
Shrouded in misanthropy in a silent chamber
Where are the grimalkin and the loom sing their songs
So far away waiting for my inexorable return

You are the star in the sky I gaze upon each night
A distant lantern for this dismal heart
You are the sylphlike flame I long to touch in and adore
My true love - The witch of my heart