The summer breeze shook her knees
As she cherry picked words from an endless sea
She asked for love in a voice so dear
A broomstick witch, a typical seer

“The blood red moon visits nights like these”
She sang to me and the trees
All at once I’m her violin
Now my pursuit is original sin

Whats in her cauldron and is it burning?
My patience will last this night untill morning
Daybreak bringing a star like no other
Except for her, the one I’d rather