The wicked witch is not a crone, not old
but she wields magic, from nature endowed.
She flames him with fires of passion drawn
then watches his passion burning him down.

And when the fire has all burned out,
who is left, light in the dark.
Queen over him- Helen; now
his mind is her servant- his heart her throne.

Now she smiles, and snares another
searching for beauty and seeing her now
He thinks that he has found her- but he is wrong;
Beauty, Queen of men, found him.

From when I was 12 years old