|What else could make the world look like this?|
Her Nameless ArtShe came forth--from a Fairy-Tale--Her Nameless Art by Dragonflae
with lips as red as Blood--
an' Eyes as green as Malachite--
Her Skin an' Spirit Pale--
Birthed by some uncanny God--
as Darkness birthed all Light.
Around her, all the Witches Dance--
an' work their Mysteries--
While Daemons yet undreamed Of--
embrace in black Romance--
And still, Her tender heart Perceives--
their wretchedness in Love--
Her beauty eludes Label--
Her essence, Undefined--
For She knows not what she Is--
Or of what She is Able--
Her Nameless Art, Her Sacred Mind--
Her Inviolate Song, in Bliss.
A Witch I AmI am a Witch.A Witch I Am by Dragonflae
I am the Night in which you stumble
the Darkness in which seeds germinate
and the womb in which life is aborted
before its first heartbeat.
I am the Gloom of Twilight
in which the Fae dance and snatch up babes
when nobody dares to watch.
I am that which creeps in the Forest
and makes your mouth run dry and your
I am the Fire which burns in the eyes
of murderers and lovers and in
the hearts of women who don't shave and
dare to call themselves beautiful.
I am the Earth upon which you tread
and call yourself a good person.
I am that which lurks in the back of your mind
the poem that refuses rhyme
I am the Sea in which you play and pollute
Who eats your ships and jewelry
I am the Wind which blows back your pretty hair
And steals your houses
And little dogs
In my tornadoes
And over the rainbow.
I am the great, wretched heap of
which becomes you
all of you
When you die.
I am the goat in the field of sheep
I am the