The Witch

Dedicated exclusively to the Female folk

1

seductive is her approach,

as mischievous as a monkey,

the thriving nocturnal roach,

to all she has the key.

the world is bound by her chants,

by curses styled in cursive

provoked by  coarse rants

and tricks of deceitful eve.

like valkyrie riding on the winds, 

the eagle gliding through the skies

ceasing our breath, flapping wings

to conceal mist over the eyes.

is she not the seed of discord

who at the bid of the serpent

brought on everything odd

and abnormal to our world?

2

but from her we burst forth,

we suckled on her while young

justifying why we fought

over her love for so long.

if malice lasts the day,

her dew comes at night

to postpone the delay 

of all that is right.

she is mother alice;

guard of the sacred grail:

the treasured chalice

from which we all hail.

the arbiter  of peace

holding the symbol of honour: 

the balance of justice.

royalty is her colour

i dare not offend her grace

or bring her to shame.

i dare not moisten her face,

wouldn't that be so lame?

even when you get rich

and all is within your reach

never despise her itch

'cos every woman is a witch.