Bewitched
When sorrow sleeps and savage dreams flow true.
The sky reverberates a new star’s light,
My soul, alike, vibrates because of you.
An evanescent shade of eerie might,
Female, enchanted spell in which I’m lost,
I, clumsy, earthly male with damn poor sight.
I’m only a man bewitched just for love.
Your coven plays around me in alto clef,
Your dance is doom for me yet, a hell shove.
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