The apparition of a woman
From the shadows did appear.
The moon was rising quickly,
The woman growing near.
She had a crystal amulet
Which hung around her waist,
Her steps as light as air itself,
Her movements without haste.
With flowing hair about her
She reached out to me.
Her skin was strangely cool,
Her lips were like the sea.
The dark robes which surrounded her
Were sewn with golden stitch.
The bad moon had arisen,
It was the Night of the Witch.
She placed her fingers over her mouth
And broke the words in two.
She placed her hands in mine,
And said “These words are true.
Allow me to enlighten you
And show you to the feast.
And there you must decide, am I
The Angel or the Beast?”
The angel ascended before me,
And spoke to me in rhyme,
And as the words reached my ears
The winds began to chime.
As the magical chimes began to fade
The message did remain.
She reached inside and told my soul
My life was not in vain.
Now that that time has passed
I wait from year to year
For the apparition of a woman
From the shadows to appear.