Witch

A Dark thing rises up out of the Abyss,

wanting me, calling me,

to acknowledge Her.

She is Beauty and Wrath,

Desire and Terror embodied.

She is all I wish I were

and all I fear to be.

She is the Darkness given form,

the Music given voice.

She is love. She is hope. She is mercy.

She is pain. She is sorrow. She is rage.

She is Justice.

She is both the Sword and the Shield.

She is like them, and yet unlike them.

She is Blood and Other.

She is More and Different.

Innocent.

She is Witch.