My Eldritch Witch

My will-o’-the-wisp, 

Lithe as the night 

I seek her in….

I wander in these

Weird warped woods.

I dare dank marshes.

I’ve come to play,

To volunteer,

For the rôle of bait.

For seeming ages I’ve 

Been hunting 

The eldritch witch 

Who rules my dreams.

Luck I’ve lacked and

Every day I lose 

Her elusive tracks. 

My will is worn, there’s 

Little left except one 

Ember faintly glowing.

There’s no comfort here 

Yet I’m driven on,

Foot by foot by foot.

Heart and soul,

Both maintained

By the flame within

That has yet to die.

My one dream 

Won’t be denied:

Fealty shall I swear 

To my elven queen,

Often glimpsed but 

Never seen.

Oh! How to be 

Some delicacy,

Some fragile treat,

Or liquor rare, angel sweet,

Robust enough to make

My shy potentate

Lick her glist’ning lips 

And, smiling, salivate.

If I can but such glory

Entice, draw her near,

My earnest hope that 

She accepts my offered 

Love and martial skills, 

Blest if in her service 

I am killed. My

Small mortal sacrifice,

Freely given, 

Without a price,

So that thenceforth 

I’ll evermore be 

Part of the magick

That lives in her weft,

Shades her heart 

Within her warp.…