The Witch

Loitering along your pavements,

Tonight

I can see no light,

No smiling face of divine belles,

It’s all bloodless

All without any smell of flesh…

Alas! Where’s my coffin,

My grounds to yield?

Here I am with no pain;

Yet no merriment!

None to wish me – Happy Birthday!

No maid to cook,

No child to be my soul

Here in your domain

I have the money!

Pleasures!!

Gadgets and Gold!

Yet I crave

Crave just all day long!

Is this you,

O beauty and its dream?

Your songs of nothingness,

Your smooth and fiery look!

Your extending hands —

Without cause;

Your voice, so light!

Your firm weariness…

What were those?

”La Belle Dame Sans Merci !”

Be not so blue as “poisoned chalice”

You better be with you, with me, with

All

Peace be upon you too!

Say

Aum, tat sat!

May mercy be upon the globe..