Response: Heidenröslein (J.W. von Goethe)

Her beauty was haunting.
Vermilion lips taunting.
Youth like morning dew,
Clung to her skin deceivingly.
He had to hunt, to own, possess.
Blossoming womanhood.
His to conquer. His to best.
Too young for opposition.

Her beauty would haunt him.
Vermilion lips taunting.
Skin like silk, like Selkie,
To change into whatever she will be.
His single minded blight,
Leading him right to the spider’s web.
Him to catch. Him to best.
He never asked permission!

The witch was flaunting.
Vermilion lips taunting.
His limps ensnared entangled silk.
”Enchanted to hold those of your ilk
—Perpetrators.”
”And now you die slowly.”
She mocks, silent tears rolling.
Reversed their power position.

She will be hunting.
Vermilion lips taunting.
Oh, never to anger a witch.
A woman wild with haunted eyes
Becomes your nightmare.
With strength of the white mare.
Enchantress, beldam, witch, and crone.
Vermilion lips calling you home.
Wild women of intuition.

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