The warmth of his blood

I once saw a witch with long dark brown locks
and a dress that would drag to the floor,
she was small and so sweet,
with her eyes light brown and gold
which looked as if stars were hiding inside..
And the scent of her skin was of berries and pine,
such a sweet little which was hung out to die..
But her spirit still lingered from skin to skin.
Her children were blessed with the same kind of sin
a witch in the family, forever within..