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Weakness For Witches
When did it happen Why did I go To this place of the shadows With my heart and my soul
Caldrons of bubbles On spellbinding fires Amorphous grey pillars A brew of desire
A heart of pure feeling No spirit suppressed A woman of mystery So simply dressed
Innocence flowing with sensual charm Our hearts touched Our souls met We walked free from harm
Then humanity caught her In circle of fear She flowed away gently I'm left empty here
© Paul Viel 2003 |