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The White Witch
Eyes sparkle like reborn stars
brillient yet calming crystal shades of blue.
The windows of the soul that much is true,
yet behind them lies a power untold
untapped raw energy,
a river of gold.
A name of pure emerald,
wild yet refined
an old dream still haunted
and to it im inclined,
to follow unbidden or so it would seem.
She walks with the footfalls of an autumn leaf
drifting on a breeze,
a stare so hypnotic I fall to my knees.
A body gifted for the norse Gods of old
with hair of different seasons only to a woman told,
perfection in my eyes,
my soul.
Now the drums start calling
to war, to war.
show me your colours, what holds you in place
show her my knowledge, how to use this space.
Her moves intercept me
between my straight lines.
I dance to her vision
for I am blind.
I have fought alone fo a reason,
now my steps are intwined.
