Witchcraft By A Picture

I fix mine eye on thine and then
Pity my picture burning in thine eye
My picture drowned in a transparent deep
When I look lower, I is thine
And though the wicked scheme
My pictures they burned more to keep
How many waste lives now
To affirm thy will
But now I've drunk thy sweet salt tears
And though thou go more, I'll depart
My picture vanished, vanished me
But I can be in Danish by that art
Though thou retain nothing
One picture thou yet left will be
Being in thy dark heart
Bloom on ballast free