Unending swirling thinking found
A lonely Witch confused;
Staggered, wounded, almost drowned,
Her shattered heart contused.

This lake, before, once so serene
Now vile, whirled and coarse,
Had peeked into her thoughts and seen
This dark unyielding force.

Inside her mind she tries to find
A breath, a truce. Reprieve – “Oh please!”
“End this maelstrom most unkind,
And let me rest at ease”.

But in her world, so full of hate,
It spreads, infects. Repelled – “Oh please!”
“I beg, my heart can’t take,
This grief that won’t be quelled”.

Beside the lake, befallen now
Her efforts fall apart,
Despite her spells or frantic vow,
No peace could find her heart.