A Hunt for a Man

Witch energy, black magic
and so echoes a schemeful laughter in the cave.
Be there for the victim rugged
a green mad's gaze
a last sight before falling asleep!
In her chamber whispers she words of insanity
for the victim of her voodoo spell
and for the taste to the love potion
puts she a salty crocodile's tear.
She plants the sounds of a springbird to his dreams
blowing signs of her beauty to the wind.

Does she show mercy
when wrapping him in her soft arms?
A sparkle visits her face
before the flexibility of a catwoman creates the illusion of happiness
and the flick of a snaketongue no longer raises fear.

But with the autumn colours
fills loneliness an empty heart
for only the surface does the witchwoman's wit touch.
The mean messages of a mirror
she yet again repeats in her cave
and that brownhair in her cleverness does not see
how these trembling, shivering moments

could easily rescue her.

Author's Note

I still am Finnish, and have limited skills in English..which I do hope the readers would keep in mind.