Андрей, 41 - 23 июня 2009 23:22

Seven

Seven witches in their dance
Chanting names, twisting their hands.
Fires are burning reaching sky
Calling out the name of one guy.

The bell is ringing, the time is round,
Words are spoken, they fall on the ground,
Fires still burning, flames burn bright,
Shadows come before their light!

Dance is over, fires are gone.
One of them is stil on the ground.
Her naked body is trembling fast
As she has gone for her last dance.

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