The Witch's Spell
She walks beneath
the moon
in a cloak
enveloped in silverlight
that streams form
the moon over head.
like a halo around an angel
but she is no angel
nor something good.
Indeed she is beautiful,
but her beauty lies only on
the outside.
While she walks the rain
begins to pour.
She seems to be walking between
the raindrops
in her swaying motion.
Enticed by her movements
I run to quickly catch up.
I put an umbrella over our heads,
she thanks me in a quiet tone.
I ask why it seemed as though she was
walking between the rain drops.
She said simply as if
it was the easiest answer on earth,
"I'm afraid I'll melt."
And it was
then that i realized
I was under a witch's spell.
" A real spell?" you ask.
No just a figure of
speech......
but I do wonder
sometimes.
by, odessa montgomery
1.this has nothing to do with my love life. 2.this was written when i was listening to the PANIC CHANNEl cd tileONE song title TEAHOUSE OF THE SPIRITS 3.i was half awake half asleep when i wrote this, just like with my other poem The Creature Within.
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