Many centuries ago
In the city which is thought up by me
There lived witches
They killed everything, having begun with themselves
Dark night their best friend
Bright fire their thinker
Old books of their force
Blood their drink
But witches too can love
And it happened to me
She lived in my thoughts
In my thoughts she loved me
In my thoughts she bewitched me
And now we together
Together with her sisters
Who told that witches don't love?
But sometimes it seems to me that I died
And that I not with them
I in a dream
And it frightens me