To Love a Witch

To fall in love with a witch is to see the world in a different light,
Where shadows dance with whispers of her smile, her laughter.
She infiltrates your mind, a siren’s call echoing in the stillness,
Her love, a distant ember, glowing even when betrayal taints the air.

Her wrath is a storm, unleashed like poison in the wind,
Yet she, the witch, shows her colors from the very start.
She offers you the paths, the doors left ajar,
Not a phantom, but the essence of earth and flame.

When you betray her, knowingly, her heart bruised and bare,
Know that the guardians of her soul will mend what you have marred,
But you will carry the weight, a debt that your bloodline will bear.

To love a witch is to fall in love with Mother Earth herself — 
An honest, gentle love, like a breeze that kisses your face,
Her touch, the softness of petals, her warmth, the sun’s embrace.
Her passion, volcanic, reshaping the world with fiery grace.

Her vibrancy sustains you, her essence, life’s very breath,
To love a witch is to live, to feel the pulse of all that’s real.
But to harm her, to wound her heart, is to beckon a fate sealed — 
For those who hurt a witch will never know the taste of peace.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro