She, I, and a Knife

I’ve found solice in you, you me and a knife Shed dead skin of an old life. Walk hand in hand through clover, my love and I.She;s the one, I’ve fallin for a witch. Her shadow casts out the sun. moonstuck by her eyes, lunacy greets with a smile. No denying these things, in her arms a hunger grows. In the garden we shall go. Sweet girl, just breathe. Drink deep, your salvation. Mother of slumber. I long for you. Huntress of wispers. Mistress divine. I’m yours.