The witch......

"dedicated to the lost souls"

The sun is moving above the mountain.
I feel the morning breeze.
Its cold, but I feel warm inside.
I can’t see the sun.
But I know it’s in my heart.
Even though it’s dark, there is always light in the end of the tunnel.

The sun is moving across the sea.
I can no longer feel the morning breeze.
There is a wave of sun blowing in the air and reach deep inside my heart.

The sun is moving down the hill.
I feel the souls off an ancient witch.
The anger off a devastating man, this suffering man is called Tony.


The sun is no longer in my sight.

By: Peder and Martin.

From our collection “anger and fear”