Histamine (poem i made)

I writhe and writhe and lay in my bed For hours and hours my mind she takes Hateful o hateful, she sleeps in my head O hateful is she who keeps me awake

On and on and on I trekked On to Circadia, and its cold lakes To slay the witch that plagues my head On to Circadia, to ail this foul ache

And so I arrived, eyes filled with red There she lied, the witch of the lakes I raised my arms and unto her head I plunged my axe, from her spell I awake

Relieved was I, the witch is dead But alas! A new form she takes A singing owl, a song she bled Now my eyes close, then I fall in the lakes

“Woe to you, to who I was wed Woe to you, my life you now take Woe to you, I slept in thy head Woe to you, I kept thee awake”