Dreams of Future Past
The raven hair, words promised much.
A need not known, or for her to see
Two souls reaching but do not touch
For I am a Witch and it will not destroy me
A path chosen, love its cost
What was and what can never be
A bond broken, a future lost
For I am a Witch and it will not destroy me
Though still I dream of her fair face
A hope, in vain, that love may yet be
I wish her here to take her place
But I am a Witch and it will not destroy me
A ritual, a turning away
A casting beyond the reach of what may be
A hope of peace, who can say
For I am a Witch and it will not destroy me
Lethe, your waters play thier part
The past, the hope, no longer to see
Take Acheron’s sorrow from my heart
For I am a Witch and it will not destroy me
Around him a circle woven thrice.
Now a dream and hope of paradise.
A Witch I am though much is lost
A future glimpst but at what a cost.