HEXENTANZ

A thunderstorm.
Night - forest - fear.
Strange sounds, a secret brew,
The witch is dancing in the moonlight.
The mystery of women
- Distant, unknown, frightening.
Nervous twitchings, abstract sprains,
Scurrile moves, stray looks
- Madness is taking her,
Starting to pulse like fire through her veins
Fastening the spins, intensifying the energy,
Raising into ecstasy ...