A Most Beautiful Witch

She hid in her house of crumbling brick

Afraid of the daylight, it made her quite sick

Afraid of the noisy, the loud and the brash

Preferring the moonlight and nights soothing sash

Caring for nature in ways we would miss

With eyes like the moon, such sweet silvered bliss

Until come one midnight, we call Halloween

She emerged to the darkness thinking unseen

With me at her coatails, enraptured, you see

By most beautiful witch there ever would be

She climbed to a tor and chanted a rhyme

But I was lost to her powers almost all the time

She turned to me glowing in magical light

And held out her hand, but not as to fright

And there in the darkness she took me to be

Her private familiar, as I didn’t flee

Forever and ever, she said, that’s our lot

And wrapped up in darkness two bats flew aloft

In night sky and moonbeams was where we remained

A man and his witch bride in faerie’s domain



 

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