Clouds of black ravens are swarming in the heart,
bewildering mojo abracadabra,
into a blur dives the world
of my eyes, faces, cars;
the army of darkness in the bareness has sown fright.
Love, a dream of the sun you've become,
shining every heavenly day
to die bewildered by will-o'-the-wisps at night;
a child lost to its mother you are,
obscured in dispair of eyes.
Love, Spellbound © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Lásky zakletí", written 2001
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