Witch
I will be your witch
Your hated and your feared
A body for your blame
And a patron for the weird
I will be your evil
The solemn backwards vow
Against your absolute devout
And your holier than thou
Disgusting, stained and tainted
The naked and shamelessly free
The once caged shallow songbird
The sadly failed lobotomy
I am your howling wind
That screams through every crack
It weathers all it touches
And doesn't bring it back
My drum beats to the old ways
Of which you do despise
And I fear that you've not noticed
Those heavy logs inside your eyes
I am your godless heathen
Your corrupt and your obscene
The constant thorn within your side
The sullied to your clean
But the trees, they tell me stories
And the wind fills up my air
With tidbits of lost notions
As the answer to my prayer
The earth hears all my thoughts
And as they manifest
I can feel all its vibrations
From my feet up through my chest
I move with changing stars
And with them I align
I float throughout this life
As if by some design
I will swear by my lavender
My amber and my sage
And I'll run forever with the wolves
No matter how I age
I'm the willow on the cliffside
And the footprints by the shore
Belladonnas in the moonlight
And the wreath upon your door
I move to soundless music
And I'd much rather be
In the company of fireflies
As opposed to your deity
So let me speak to flowers
Let me marvel at each leaf
Let me delve into life's mysteries
Despite your opposite belief
I embody a foreign world
Of moonlight, song and stone's
Creatures, herbs and incense
Forests, dance and bones
The cat is in my shadow
The trees wave as I pass
The rain falls off my fingertips
And sparkles on the grass
The wind feels like a handshake
The ground a sweet embrace
A warmth that travels up
From my bare feet up to my face
I do not feel unfortunate
Nor do I want to fit
Inside your perfect little box
Of holy and pretentious shit
I have my trees, my sky, my wind
My crystals, herbs and sand
My hunger to live as myself
That I know you can't understand
I drank from Hecate's cup
I've touched the Yggdrasil
I slept within the circle
And yet I hunger for it still
You cannot know my heart
Nor love me as I live
Regardless of the love that I
Won't hesitate to freely give
I must accept this as it is
A sad state of affairs
Hatred dressed as righteousness
And I'm the only one it scares
But still I march right to my beat
So no I wont be saved
For I am your embodiment
Of evil and depraved
This sting will serve its purpose
A constant soreness in its niche
You'd have me any other way
So I will be your witch
