
The Witch Who Rides the Night
She rides above the silver clouds,
where mortal eyes can never see.
Her lantern glows with stolen light,
guiding all her wicked dreams.
The wind obeys her whispered spells,
as shadows gather at her call.
She moves through storms without a sound,
a queen of darkness over all.
Her heart was once as warm as fire,
before the world betrayed her trust.
Now cold desire fuels her flight,
and every tender vow is dust.
She hunts the secrets men forget,
collecting memories of their sins.
Her broom cuts through the starless dark,
as silent as a violin.
No moon can tame the path she walks,
no love can break the curse she keeps.
For she belongs to endless night,
where wounded souls refuse to sleep.
Yet even as she rides alone,
across the endless, haunted blue,
she stares into the drifting clouds,
and wonders if her heart still grew.

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (5)
One for the gem pot, Marie. I loved the images that it creates and the contrast of a bad witch who really wanted to be a good witch.
This seems to be a black magic witch that wants to be white magic witch. There is a story here for you. Good job.
Hi
Marvelous
OMG, MARIE, THIS SCREAMS TOP STORY EVEN THOUGH IT HASN'T BEEN RATED THAT. THIS ALSO SCREAMS THE PRAISE OF ALL CAPS!! I DON'T KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY HOW MARVELOUS THIS IS .... BRILLIANT? YES! CAPTIVATING? YES!! TOTALLY AWESOME? YESYESYES!!! I absolutely love this.