Weave it in, in your dress with the light of the burnt.
Did she survived ?
Woman's face reflected, the bruises, the mirror,
carved so deep, I observed, the mirror.
Did she survived ? the burning witch,
the fairy's light,
the one man's dream.
The coven called, waterfalls run, so wild.
The burning witch. She drew a tree.
Placed a forest,
gifted to mind's detained body.
the distress.
The coven came,
did she survived ?
Searching a thread in her breath, a pattern.
Is she alive ?
They murmured, they whispered, carved so deep,
The terror.
Half asleep, fire's warmth. Silver line,
if her past die, she could resist.
There's no escape when you are free,
The fairy light.
Did it survive ?
