I see you Witch

With your tired and bulging eyes

Stitched to ghosts throughout the Centuries

Lurking in your primeval forest

Weeping at the sight of youth

Waiting

Wailing in the twilight

On your weathered broom

Eclipsed by a wall of melted fog

But, who ignored you?

Were your body parts

Not once untangled strings?

A bite of life?

Envied by man?

Someone - must have held poetry within your lips

Held a piece of your heart

With their own two hands

Before you turned to madness

A monster's body forces itself to forget

But the sweetness

That cleft you

Exists in the smoky backdrop

Plaguing your marrow

You understand

Mortals never stay young

Yet the sadist within you

Is radiating sickness

Divulging in those who suffer

For you were denied rights to your own wounds

I see you Witch

And how the fields of dark surround you