Call upon a forgotten kiss,

And walk with slumbering minds.

Lilt with the drifting oak leaves,

Tosses to and fro upon the road.

Autumn has extended its hooks,

And I a fool come falling.

Catch me upon these drifting lands,

Where I may burry my madness.

For I am gone upon the burning world,

Marked with a evil lot.

Branded by an unholy love,

And cast into a witch’s pot.

Sins delicious upon naked flesh,

Toss round with guilt snd shame.

Led me to confound the searching wise,

And hide among vanity’s waiting flame.

So now I flee before gallows and rot,

Into the mad world so bright.

With sails pressed firm against waiting anchor,

I embark upon my witch’s flight.

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Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.