Encaustic Witches from Could Divine by anrimeal

Section A:
My heartbeat is slow,
My love is slow.
My love is serene,
But my love is true.
I would need ten lives to love you.

Section B:
Years of silence, how much I need you now.
Years of joy, how much I never had you.
In years long gone, forever to be lived,
Never was I happy, never was I not.

But trays of silica walk in at all times,
Without explaining the meaning that lies
Beyond their components,
Which happen to rain in me,
like silver and screams
Or a silence that sings in my ears.

It clinks, it clinks and it clinks
It will clink for more years
To come.
Till death burns the son
That brought me to life,
The same day that I died.

I shall live in hell, or else he will.
He’ll bring me the tears that I never had, that I never will.
Cursed be the child, ablaze as the sun,
Right from within, wrong from without.
Cursed be the child that slashed me in half,
That waited no more for my tinges of bore.
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.

Section C:
My eyes are the well that keep the water in the village,
My body is the wood that sings the wind with its shivers.

• Folk
• ambient
• compu-folk
• drone
• folk
• freak folk
• poetry
• witches
• London