A Poet Man And The Witch

Walking on blurry path. Lost in between of reality and fantasy. Running away from society only to be chased by whispers of the trees. And you, hair as red as a blood. Something more about us is unspoken. What are you hiding behind those bruised knuckles? Mind as loud as crowd full of resentment. Heart as silent as the midnight. Life has been dark as the moment of eclipse. Willow dancing on air with memories shown behind my closed eyes. A witch who knows nothing yet people wish for her to be perished.