Sunday, November 9, 2008

My lonely girl, caught in a storm
Do you hear the winds moan
The sky flashes angry tears tonight
Where do you wander all alone...
I have known your kind, lady lover

Creep out at night like a rambling witch
With ankles deep in moors discover
Cruel ways to beguile, bewitch
I saw you wander in a tawny wood

And sing incantations to the air
A woman, often misunderstood
A little evil, beyond repair
You tear assunder and recombine

Bits of me, beloved witch
Feel my vision by degrees maligned
Lying with you, doing your hitch.