Bewitched

The voice of midnight skies, bound by the inky depths, A song of love and sorrow, walking hand in hand. Can you see past the horizon, to where dreams of dancing fill the dawn? Drinking deep of silence, a heart sings out in pain. Weighed down by delusions of humanity, the waves on which I frolic give way Leaving me with no chance to give voice to the sacrifice of sisters. With a soul denied, no blood binds the blade, Sleeping eyes are blind, while the sky steals me away.