The Witch–A Sonnet

I know a witch that could kill with a touch
Her slender apparition hides it well
Of her thoughts I know not overly much
Still I´d travel safe with her on the road to hell

I know a dangerous woman who makes me smile
Her grip and eye is full of playfulness
Though I´ve only known her a little while
I take care of not having her think of me less
I know a girl very quick with the blade

Through a house of slaughter she sent me flyin´
Like a cool breeze in the evening shade
She had me falter without even trying

I know a witch who wields her spells widdershin
I wonder still what thought she hides within