Her eyes are black, the midnight sea,

Her hair, a sooty cloud

Her  voice, the winds of fantasy

Her hair like fire–  are proud.

I could not help but watch her

As beneath the moon she  danced

She swirled, she casted, she conjoured

She sang a mystic chant.

She soared into his soul that night

the starry sky her wings.

She whispered secrets in his dreams

and spoke of sacred things

In his mind she entranced him,

The element, her command

She wields a power over him

His heart  lies in her hands.

For her, he’s cross the universe

For her, he’d swim the sea

But what would an enchantress want

With a simple man as he?

She  came and said "I love you

And likely always will."

His heart, he pledge forever more

To the witch upon the hill.

(*to  the victims of 1969’s Salem trial*)