Wandering the world, the witch brings cold
Where there is light she snuffs it out
Her wings obscure the distant stars
Her breath fills palaces with gold
The kings and courtiers count and plan
The heavy castles rise and spread
They dance a new and heady tune,
The merchant and the artisan.
The witch has taken to the night
Again, and cupped her smothering wings
The starving people try to eat
The blocks that seemed so strong and bright
The robes and sceptres rot or twist
The castles’ windows are all dark
When the witch lands, the stars are born
And with the dawn comes gentle mist.