Drawings Box: The death of the witch
La muerte de la bruja
Se creia invensible a sentimientos mundanos Cuando le encontro en un camino hacia ninguna parte Encandilada por la magia persiguio el perfume Creyo ver mas que belleza en el interior de él la misma oscuridad que la habitaba. Intento curar la herida de aquel ser herido y termino clavandose la flecha mortal, envenenada. El ser huyo a la libertad que le esperaba entre palabras melodiosas Las mariposas murieron El perfume se volvio un sueño El hilo se rompio. Ella se volvio nada.
The death of the witch
She thought she was invincible to worldly feelings When she met him on a road to nowhere Enchanted by the magic she chased the perfume She thought she saw more than beauty within it the same darkness that inhabited her. She tried to heal the wound of that wounded being and ended up sticking the deadly, poisoned arrow. The being fled to the freedom that awaited him between melodious words The butterflies died The perfume became a dream The thread broke. She became nothing.
