Tale of The White Witch…
Neath the wicked kiss of moonlight
In the Kingdom of Nevermore
The White Witch is waiting
For her lover by the shore
One eye forever
To gaze toward the sea
One eye forever
Blind to what may be
Yet she stays for the hope
Of the cruel heartaches end
And she prays that the Sea
To her power would bend
But the Sea is a Mistress
Whose depths are blackened pitch
Ever holding her dead
Against magic of The Witch
So she cries in silence
And the tears ever flow
They fall to the Earth
Seeding flowers that grow
The petals are black
And the dew bittersweet
And their vines grow thick
And coil at her feet
So if on the shore
One day you should find
Black Flowers embittered
Amid tangled black vines
Be ever aware of the
White Witch who waits
For any that tarry
Will share in her fate
And though Eons have past
Since she came to the shore
For her it’s but a moment
In the Kingdom of Nevermore