The Enchantress
She seeps through…
She seeps through
Carried by the winds
Whispering my name…
On her lips…once touched mine…
A weaver she was…
of dreams only so real
…A dance of two
Echoes through…
Drifting past
…the hallways of my mind
shrouding my sight
casting a spell
piercing my heart
like a needle so fine…
leaving no trace…
of the pain yet to come
fleeting images…
colours dripping…
on the edges of reality
…three times over
a haunting melody
drifts into mine…
note by note…
stirring my soul
shattering me…
a thousand times
awakening me
to a
moment before time
In drops of tears
she rolls down my face..
writing a story never spoken before
leaving her stains
on the landscape of my heart
only to vanish
when the new moon arrives…