Chapter X: The Witch With Eyes Of Amber

I met a witch with amber eyesWho slowly sang a scarlet rune,Shifting to an icy laughterLike the laughter of the moon.
Red as a wanton's was her mouth,And fair the breast she bade me takeWith a word that clove and clungBurning like a furnace-flake.
But from her bright and lifted bosom,When I touched it with my hand,Came the many-needled coldnessOf a glacier-taken land.
And, lo! the witch with eyes of amberVanished like a blown-out flameLeaving but the lichen-eaten
Stone that bore a blotted name.