THE WITCH OF HIS DREAMS
She comes to him at Midnight,
The Witch of his Dreams,
Her eyes a forest green,
Her hair, dark and long,
Her voice, a sweet magic,
Calling out his name,
He could not help but watch her,
Dance among the flowers,
Beneath a waxing moon,
She whirls and cast her spells,
Upon him,
A haunting chant she sings,
And soars into his soul,
On gossamer wings,
She whispers things he longs to hear,
Of secret longings in his ear,
She enchants him with delights,
Though she must fly into the night,
She tells him of her love,
And casts her spells upon him,
To love him evermore,
Though never shall she return,
For she was only ever,
The Witch of His Dreams.
Composed by K. D. Dowdall October 2017
