I watch you through the shadows,
In the spaces in between,
Dancing in the night,
How I love to see your face beam.
There's light in the darkness,
And it's starry outside,
I wondered who you were and what you might be.
The only thing that was certain, is you were not human,
Friends and family alike told me I was having hallucinations,
And talk such as that would surely have me killed.
I swore to myself I'd just forget you,
But in my dreams, you stayed.
Through the day I sing a song that no one could hear,
Keeping all my thoughts to myself until nightfall.
Imagining what you could be or what you might say if I ever have the chance to meet you.
When the moon sets high in the sky,
I begin to write,
Trying to figure you out,
It had to be something in the realm of magic perhaps.
I decided to visit the old hag who lived on the edge of the forest near the Howling Creek,
Where the voices of the dead are heard in the breeze lifted from the water.
It's said this woman went mad and lost her head,
Sold her soul to the practices of the wicked.
Terrified, but I move forward hoping she can give me an answer.
I tap on the door, and immediately it swings open,
But there is no one to be seen.
Suddenly there is a beautiful voice humming,
And then out of thin air, a woman with long autumn hair and piercing emerald eyes appears,
"Hi there lovely, how do you do? Haha actually I need not ask, I know exactly what you are here for." The woman said, her voice like a soft rain.
My whole being shuttered when she said this,
How could she know?
How on earth did she just appear?
Why do they call her a hag?
"I can read minds dear. I will explain more when you return. But you must go if you wish to meet him. Take this bag and follow the instructions and map I've written for you. May love protect you and Luna guide you. Now go!"
I hurried out as fast as I could,
Following the map which seemed to be glowing,
I couldn't help but wonder why she said anything with love.
As I approached the spot, a light shown down from the moon it seemed,
I ignored it and began to empty the bag.
There was firewood, parchment paper, roses, and quill but no ink, then I noticed there seemed to be ink already on it.
The instruction said to start a fire, write your intention for the meeting, burn the parchment and the roses.
I followed as it said,
Suddenly a gust of wind blew out the fire,
And it was completely silent...
He came to me in robes of nightshade,
Said he could sing a song only I would know.
I've conjured a spirit whose soul is black.
With a lust for blood that it lacks.
But he showed me a world filled with color and magic,
Danced with me in the trees under the moonlight,
I have never fallen harder for any mortal,
We spent the night in the grass counting star,
He told me of his life and said in the morning he would have to leave for some time,
But he would come back for me.
When Apollo rose to light up the land,
I woke to find him gone and was sad,
Knowing I could never go home, I returned to that old shack.
The woman took me in as her own and began to teach me her ways.
I learned the arts of the witch,
And became an apprentice,
It brought me great joy and took me to places unknown,
Yet I could not get rid of his image in the back of my head.
Years passed before I saw that face again,
But when he came, he came back a new being,
His soul was filled with light,
The robes he wore were white,
And his eyes shown all the constellations.
I ran to his arms,
And he held me close, promising never to leave again.
