The Blue Witch

Upon the hill the blue witch sings,
to the painted sky above her;
The shadows of his mighty wings
doom his dream, his lover.

The orange mushrooms and purple lotus blooms
shine through the night.
She floats along the forest flumes
like a blue ghost out of sight.

He finds her with his glowing fire,
burning down the willows;
She ascends her mountain higher, higher -
her guardian against his billows.

Like a little lighthouse towering
the sea she now controlled;
The mighty water overpowering
his flaming heart, once so bold.

To this day some still see her
in the darkness,
upon Kunsun Hill
thrashing salty moonlit waves
over her demons,
and poor lost lovers;
Singing louder,
the blue witch rules over
the turquoise land.