"she's a wicked witch, she'd burn you to death."
they said.
but that witch did nothing
but to sing a lullaby
on that homeless knight.
singing him to sleep
when he was supposed
to slumber as she whispered
"it's alright."
"be careful when you come near at her, she must cast her spell which you'll become under."
they warned.
but they didn't knew
she'd sing songs
which its rhythm
would flow to every
vein of that humble knight,
not some dark spells
which they told along
that'd vanish the minds
of this lost warrior.
"she'll turn you into a helpless knight so weary, because of her dark sorcery."
they told me one last time.
why would i
be afraid of this
beautiful deity
who did not do
anything to
hurt or break the feelings
of mine.
instead, she
gave me that
lingering light
came from her
white magic as
i admit to be
under her spell.
"she's no wicked, she's a goddess never written in any fairy tales."
YOU ARE READING
Phrases Within His Shadows
Poesia" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
