I'm seeing a nightmare, a riding-hag,
That I am wearing a rag.
I'm bareheaded and shoeless,
And blood is streaming on my face.
My condemnation is just said...
And what a horror! I'll be staked!
When tar is seething in the hell,
White hopes breake like an eggshell,
The beauty leads you with itself
As well as wine, as well as pelf...
Oh, who thought up a denigration,
That devil gave me an attraction?
I'll be aflamed today at night,
Forever left in a twilight...
Witch
© Copyright: Митара Каттарис, 2008
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