The Witch

by jessel jane   Jul 11, 2006

I looked straight into her eyes...
Those black... and cold as ice.
The sunlight dances on her face;
No one escapes her lethal gaze.

Inside her eyes are dancing flames;
Warm as fire; promising games.
My heartbeat skipped; Iknew her.
I then possessed a risen fear.

Her image drew nearer to me...
I held my breath; I chose to see.
Amazing face... notorious lips;
A face that launched a thousand ships.

I saw her soul; her graven heart.
I knew her from the very start.
Her eyes have something dark to tell...
I heard her while she casts a spell.

Her lips formed a crazy smile;
She stared at me for a lonely while.
In her eyes... a spark shines...
I knew at last some deathly signs.

I want to touch her; I want to hold;
I raise my hands, and feel the cold.
I felt the mirror infront of me...
I knew from the start the witch is me.


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  • 13 years ago

    by Simon Hayes

    Dark and compelling piece. The way you've used your words to express what you see is wonderfully done. The ending seemed so doubtful, but you've ended it perfectly. The flow was great, the rhyming impeccable. A great piece! Thanks for directing me to these.