A Witch's Call

A Witch's Call

A Poem by Lana

Pale death on toasted bread
A winning clock rings in your ear
Jumping down the river of souvenirs
A blue moon in a candle jar

Rose-scented juice, as you live too long
Green stem pouring yellow pus, crying in unison
Oh, I dance, I dance
As the fire around me toasts my skin

A witch’s call for your wish to stop the fall
You want a winning clock ringing in your ear
Drowning in a honey river of young dreams
Red clouds in a motel bar
Martini drink as you laugh too hard

A black rose pours out blood, singing in unison
Oh, I live, I live
As the rain around me touches my skin

A dizzy tour on a carousel of love
For my dreams to go far
And Lord knows, my dreams will go far

© 2024 Lana


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Added on September 19, 2024
Last Updated on September 19, 2024
Tags: love, life, fear, death, money, society