Bewitched

A soothing shroud of silent, sacred night, When sorrow sleeps and savage dreams flow true. The sky reverberates a new star’s light, My soul, alike, vibrates because of you. Out of the corner of my eye, a ghost, An evanescent shade of eerie might, Female, enchanted spell in which I’m lost, I, clumsy, earthly male with damn poor sight. You laugh at me, but I’m already deaf. I’m only a man bewitched just for love. Your coven plays around me in alto clef, Your dance is doom for me yet, a hell shove. ![witches-2954120_1280.jpg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmeKkt8B2gLy7cKgSBTPF9P25jtArMQuuaSQbf15Rf9GRv/witches-2954120_1280.jpg) This is my entry in @terrycraft [Steemit Poetry Contest #13](https://steemit.com/poetrycontest/@terrycraft/steemit-poetry-contest-13-winners-of-12). ___ *Image from [Pixabay](https://pixabay.com/en/witches-study-helloween-2954120/), free for commercial use, no attribution required.* *Thanks for reading! If you liked, please let an upvote, a comment or a resteem.*