Witches’ Ritual

I tried to capture the ritual nature of wanting someone with an almost magical presence here.

I met a witch inside her cave,
With eyes that gleamed like summer’s blaze.
Her hair was spun from midnight’s shade,
My mind was lost within her gaze.

She spoke with stars inside her mind,
Her spells would weave and trap our bind.
We spoke of worlds unbound by time,
Until moonlight lit up the sky.

Her teeth gleamed bright when she would grin,
And shone the sun beneath her skin.
What I would give to lure her in,
And redefine a world of sin.

Black sabbath, we meet by the moon.
I let her slip inside my room.
We chant in sync to tempt fortune,
And summoned flames in my bedroom.

Her voice is soft inside my ear,
Our energy a glowing sphere,
I shudder, yet not out of fear,
We made some magic, so it’s clear.

Her touch of stars, I feel the tide,
I shine with light I cannot hide.
A morning sun in dark night sky,
A shift within me starts to rise.

Mesmerised beneath her form,
Allow the veil to be redrawn.
We dance in cloaks until its dawn,
Two witches summoned up a storm.

Author's Note

I have been working to develop my poetic meter after some consideration rather than writing freeform, I tried to put equal attention into the rhythmic and thematic success of this one. Please leave reviews on how you feel about the piece and I would really appreciate feedback on what went well and areas of improvement.