He speaks to me
With perfect fearlessness
Like the music of war drums
Of high tide
Of rockslides
His voice like fire through my brain
Stinging like the human tears denied to me
Burning nectar of heaven
But he is simply a man
Like so many others who have come and gone
He lifts the cup of sweet poison
To his lips
Curved lips of a god
But thoughts like that are not for me
Not for witches like me
Cold stones with painted smiles
He drinks
Takes in the power
The magic
Of my disdain
My hate for all who disturb me
My peace
My island
Mine
I watch
Eager to see what form this man
This strange man
Will take
Nothing
He smiles
Curved lips of a demon
This man with his courage
This man with his power
What is this new sensation?
Falling like a bird of prey
Flying like a scarf on the wind
Fear…
No
I do not fear him
I cannot fear
No
I did not think it possible
Where once was only a tundra cold jewel
Unchanging
Now a fire rages in its place
A throbbing knot of
Love…