Heart of witch

The witch's heart is open wide
For wind and song of crimson tide
Without music of a life
All dreams are like a broken knife,
No power in the magic staff,
And blurred stars are not enough
For longer journey of the mind
On mystic roads, soothing wilds.
The soul and body tied by name
Of rhytm that born inside the flame.
Who seeks the wisdom by this way,
Is brave or fool, but, anyway,
It's very difficult to catch
Forbidden knowledge at the edge.
So, when you fighting for the hire,
Please, dance greensleeves around the fire,
And when you hear the songs of faes
You'll feel the tears on your face.
The tears, or, maybe, it's a rain?
The mystic passion of Samhain
Will ties your soul by its own laws
And what you wish from it, who knows?
We'll try  to ask the ancient runes
Their answers will be our wounds.
The child of silent autumn night
Keep cold november skies light,
Wind's ballads, ice of northern seas,
Drakkar and fog at empty fields.
So laugh of smart and tricky fox
Will always sound among the rocks.
All ways were tried, all highs had reached -
All hidden in the heart of witch,
And tales of hurricane and storm
Won't open to the anyone.