I looked straight into her eyes...
Those black... and cold as ice.
The sunlight dances on her face;
No one escapes her lethal gaze.
Inside her eyes are dancing flames;
Warm as fire; promising games.
My heartbeat skipped; Iknew her.
I then possessed a risen fear.
Her image drew nearer to me...
I held my breath; I chose to see.
Amazing face... notorious lips;
A face that launched a thousand ships.
I saw her soul; her graven heart.
I knew her from the very start.
Her eyes have something dark to tell...
I heard her while she casts a spell.
Her lips formed a crazy smile;
She stared at me for a lonely while.
In her eyes... a spark shines...
I knew at last some deathly signs.
I want to touch her; I want to hold;
I raise my hands, and feel the cold.
I felt the mirror infront of me...
I knew from the start the witch is me.
The witch is me? twist in the tale...you kept me guessing till the end! Preets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, that was wicked. I wrote a poem called 'The Wtch' also, please read it when you have a chance.