The Flame of Magick in your Hands,
We carve the Runes in Silver Meadow
Like scattered Stars on Hallow Land.
Leaves of Autumn in your Hair
Like Golden Rays upon your Head,
Among Two Trees I hold you tight
With New Moon inside the Night.
Senseless Hope with smell of Winter
The Space around – Spikes of Ice,
I drink your Potion like Sweet Wine
In Lonely Hours of Cold Midnight.
In your Kiss the taste of Spring
Like Water Lily on My River-Heart,
I took your Cloak to Hide My Essence
And your Dagger – To Guard My Soul.
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