A green witch in your fables
Always escaped
Brought nothing but death
I remember running to bed
Before it struck ten
"One, two, three and green,
You will turn into a witch"
It's midnight,
Time for my potion, a concoction
For my health
"One, two, three and green,
You will turn into a witch"
What is green?
It is grassy
It is mossy
It is muddy
It is slippery
It's the earth and my body
It shines
It devours
"One, two, three and green,
You will turn into a witch"
Am I sleeping? Am I dead?
It is withering
It is lost
Green to brown, to black, to dust
An aching lullaby, ebbing away
From skin to my bones
It's your fables versus my yearning
Like leaves versus autumn
A devil and a goddess
A death, turning green
I always behaved, I hope I was a good protege
"One, two, three and green,
The witch is coming"
This green
Is creeper
A dart left to kill
A poisoned wound
It's midnight,
Time for my potion, a concoction
For my health
Green, witch and death.