Once every couple nights I witness fairies dance Dusting dreams of lotus leaves and monsoon moons of past I never thought to offer them tobacco nuts a few They punish me with memories of home I never knew Village prayers, goats which scurry off in bordered lands They wash away with present tides like footprints in the sand Once every couple nights these nymphs let me atone They see me grieve my grandma's grave this angel stone, alone.

Tides of salt and searing, leave them to the ocean, Cast aside those battles once won Let me be your succor, your everlasting siren, Keeping you afloat with my song. O, this warrior you were, calloused of souls, Stops you from smelling the rose of today. Scrape off these scabs, taste of this dew, Promising I shall not lead you astray. Toss adrift your armaments, toss your arms around me. Graze your nails on sun-daughter skin. Silks and satins plenty, woven in my fresh loom, goblets brimming cold wine and gin. We the Witch and Warrior, endlessly debating Tricks and twists to treat us until the apocalypse Enrapturing each other, locks of hair entangled, Lovers hiding in the eclipse. Still, why do your scarréd cheeks, turn to the sea, Memories drowned of your home faraway? Years pass you by, time still does turn, Join me in hand, our own fantasy. O, why do your wizened hands, claw at your chest, Wounding the flesh yet to heal nowadays? All that I've done, am I not enough? Spells and salts, my divine, swept away. Witness my pharmaka, herbs and spice of heaven, Magic here to make you stay for all eternity. Yet such coercion cuts me, I seek your heart unchallenged. Leave me now, return to the sea.