Witch's Cry

Witch's Cry

Amelie I am still here
Still waiting, my pretty dear
Out in this Brazen blizzard
Under this beautiful sky painting's
Midnight blue false ceiling
With wisps of white trimming
Wishful will o' the wisp wind
works it's wanton wanderings
Calls to thee my heart
Whispering my soul's secrecy
Here Amelie!
Hear me.

The graveyard shift
Churns my callow blood.
My goose pimpled skin
Is hung out like a shroud
Slicing this reality machine
That blinds ye.

Amelie.
You were my little girl.
The unborn baby
Macabre sacrifice.
You're my everything
Witchcraft in the wind
Spells too sacred
To tell.
You're the reason
I wield a wand.
My child.
Your carcass strung
Over the cauldron
As the coven
Made demand.
The covenant  was made.
Purest most holiest blood
Shed

I am now working all the mirrors
Of the universe.
And shattering crystals
That cry out
Baying bloodthirsty moons
You're not dead my child
While I live
My eyes agonized
Shards of bloodbath...

Amelie.
You're
Epitaph.
That marks the Tombstone
Of my soul.
I am not alive.
A witch lies encrypted
Between life and death
Love and hate
Bewitched.

Missing you
Kissing you
Messing with your hair
Thank you for the memories.

The haunting insight
Of humanity
Tendered
For sale.

Those are my roots
I swing alone
Between Nictitating
Night vision
And  Necromancer
Netherlands.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016