Song of darkly wit I give

Run thru the mill (an action of shadow) faerie hill, looks normal but tis not, love’s spinning wheel, tumbles down like hair to tie up again.

I’m a madwoman (laughing along) Beauty spinning in her female form,  for a beautiful woman, I’ll sing my song.

I’ll be abnormal (sinning along) my heart expands to the rhyme of dark dimensions, caught in her beating hum.

A dark beat to join, tic tac toe, her hearts zigzag (expanding) like a rhythmic sundial, puzzling over me,  love, but truth to itself

Wits arm, grabs like a thief,  her charm, and wants it in a lockit, but, dulling itself on her Will, lives in tune of dark love,

To do what’s right becomes one, to try live the right way, and rise above like the sun; wit: what a gift I give