Yasmin Hemmat

I was born in a distant and solemn
Kingdom of hatred and destruction
Near the silent sea of fire
In a city crowded with gloom
...

In the pursuit of unknown
In the valley of shadow of death
I am standing on the brink of oblivion, alone
Bewitched by his rapturous breath
...

Amidst the labyrinth of mirrored halls,
A myriad of reflections, each echo recalls,
With devilish laughter, she screams and declares,
'In mirrors resides a witch', this truth she bears.
...

Hylas, a wanderer upon the shore,
Bent down to touch the cool and crystal stream.
A nymph was drawn to him, her heart's implore,
A beauty rare, a figure from her dream.
...

In the garden, by the quiet murmuring stream,
I heard a wanderer sing,
Beneath the old oak branches:
'Life is but a fleeting thing'.
...

What solace can the weary heart find,
In the remnants of dreams left behind?
With each passing day, a heavier plight,
As hope fades away, lost in the night.
...

Beneath the sun's warm, golden gaze,
I found him in the wildwood's embrace,
Adonis, a mortal, handsome and brave,
The spark that kindled my heart's hidden blaze.
...

In Florence, where the Renaissance did bloom,
Lived a woman, known for beauty rare,
In her father's home, she faced her doom,
A world distinct from the world of art and flair.
...

In chambers deep, where darkness writhe and creep,
I dwell, a specter, in sorrow steeped.
A fallen angel, once bathed in heavenly light,
Now I roam the earth, a creature of the night.
...

I am Circe, a powerful witch who commands,
The sea and the land with skilled, ancient hands.

From my cauldron, vapors rise high,
...