Disclaimer: Terry Brooks is another one of those authors who, if you impersonate them, you deserve to be sued. If that isn't enough reason for me not to be him, here's another one: he's a guy.

Author's Note: Yet another set of poems, this one from Terry Brooks' Magic Kingdom Series. I was reading it recently, and the poetry just came to mind. This one is for Nightshade, a witch with a very saddening past. I think she's misunderstood. She shouldn't have acted as she did, but she really deserves someone who understands her.

Nightshade

Glen and rich soil, turn to dust,

Let the greed soon change to lust,

Forest twist and forest burn,

Ashes left, which others spurn

Like this witch who calls it home,

Danger living here, alone.

Rules you cannot make me bade.

Witch of evil, dark Nightshade.

Fen and moon surround me black,

Magic at my hands and back,

Human I am far above,

Petty things are woe and love.

Powerful, I you will fear,

'Fore you turn to stone, my dear.

Precious things for life I trade,

For I am she who is Nightshade.

Beauty and magic, heartless and cold,

See me- you are under my hold,

I remember the dark and pain,

Weak throes which I spurn again.

Love and deceit, it is all the same,

Speak my name, speak my name.

Do not attack me; your hand is stayed,

Speak my name: I am Nightshade.