Dancing Witches!
They tie their hands in the name of unseen.
They dance to raise their mystical being.
Their dark long stubborn hair flaunts the rebel.
Their wide black eyes can bind grim spells.
They walk around like fragile gazelle in the day lights.
They become vile enchantresses in starry nights.
They all feed on fantasy of scarlet and blacks.
They lay their bodies in the abandoned shacks.
They live for decades quietly to guard their secrets.
They are blindly followed by the label of bleakness.
Their world is not made up of bare concrete and soil.
Their souls were soaked in the aroma of incessant turmoil.
They surround themselves with crystals of oceans and hills.
They chant sing whisper to enjoy the phenomena of shrills to
spills.
They have sacrificed their flesh and bones in the darkness.
They are dancing witches who sway on volk to reincarnate.
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