Our Beautiful Witch
Invisible by day, nowhere to be seen,
Hidden away out of sight,
You only come out, when all is asleep,
In the dark and the dead of the night,
Owning the cold, the wasteland of peace,
Gliding without making a sound,
A shimmering shadow beside the cold moon,
Knowing you’ll never be found,
And you don’t need to see the things that we see,
Still you see more than anyone can,
Because you can see with your mind, when all is asleep,
All that you understand,
Every night you’re the witch, the magical fairy,
The beautiful darkest red rose,
Casting your spells with a hex and a wand,
You’re Rhiannon spreading love in our souls.
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