Kiss of Night

The witch falls silent

the wise femme 

burned under the cross

herbs, salves and und spells gone with her.

Reason they call it

the moment of deep fall

when men surrendered power

to thinking alone

Nature only a means 

to play at the stock exchange

Old forests cleared

in which memory slept

Still the old world arises

Groves whisper again

The kiss of night 

And the witch awakens