Monthly Archives: September 2012

The Woman in The Cavern of The Witch

Dark was the night when she heard me praying

Alone in the world and my heart was aching

My head did buzz, my soul for taking

And the woman in the cavern of the witch was waiting

 

The sky was full of thunder and lightning

It wasn’t loud but it sure was frightening

There’s a beat in my chest and it keeps on heightening

And I looked at her and she looked quite mighty

 

I looked away, afraid of crying

That hollow canyon heard my hollow praying

Judgement was coming before the daybreak

My fragile psyche was surely fraying

And the woman in the cavern of the witch was waiting

 

She brushed my ear and she whispered closely

Her tongue was needles and her words acidic

Her voice like worms and my brain like gravy

I wanted to leave but I heard her saying

That the woman in the cavern of the witch was waiting

The woman in the cavern of the witch was waiting

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