The Witch And Her Lover

The Witch And Her Lover by Natasha Lomov

In the dark her shadow melts away.
She puts her hands in the duplicitous light,
Never too bright for her night shade kiss,
Always too dark for the dreams I miss.

Don't touch her skin,
It's dripping with sin.
The dark shines bright on her melancholy form
Every fibre of my being now torn.

Laboured breaths on late night skin,
Moonlight illuminates the sinner's grin.
A tenebrous dance of emerald eyes,
The crow, the cat, the toad despised.

But lo, my lover was still a witch,
They ensured she burned in jet black pitch.

 Notes: Inspired by Rob Zombie's song, Living Dead Girl from his 1998 album, Hellbilly Deluxe


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