This morning I woke to a witch by the bed
Frightened, I jumped, making for the door
She smiled at me and told me to go ahead.
But if I left, I would not hear what had to be said.
So, I lingered, while her hands told a tale
Of love, faithfulness, and broken humanity
She told me you would rip my heart out and put it up for sale,
But her warnings I would not heed to, so I would fail.
She warned me of the skies, that they would darken in your wake.
When the sunlight disappeared I should have run, listened,
But instead I would give you my soul to take.
And for that, I shall always be forsaken.
Her breath in my ear, hands on my face,
She cast a chant to save my soul
She warned me to run away.
Promised to take my place...
Stunned, I watched her change before my gaze
She morphed, yet her eyes stayed the same...
Before me was the picture of you, in virginal lace.
Tied up in sin, you left without a trace.
Her soul, you now held in a jar, sealed tight,
She had saved me with her warnings,
Had given her will and all her might
To open up my eyes and give me her sight.
Now I go cloaked to tell a tale,
Of fragile lives and desperate ways,
To save a life from death's veil
And warn the next of what you come to steal.
