Witch's World by Caroline Tiss

Witch's World

I gaze into glass, like a ship on a misty night

Let me dance on drops of morning dew one balmy day in June,

I love the romance of it all,

I am the crashing of thunder,

I am the quaking of the earth as stampedes of stallions run by Ireland's horizon,

I believe, I hope, I dream

I am the lonely London fog, I am quiet in the twilight.

The day has just begun.

Aurora, Aurora, Aurora, my love.

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