SP Essence #6

Among the others
for me to see
a sweet Witch found
but soon my face would
feel the brutal rage
and burn as though

a brand upon the sun.

This boat she tottered from was me
over it full oft array
cloud-walls of war
o sailor of noble rooms
they betrayed
while yet I again

for passion so can bend.

And left half a burning brand
of ever-blooming Eden-trees
she comes the rose
while nature bankrupt is
across the other I do go
to ride to expire
she is meeting present

I a meditative pause.