suffer the understanding of a witch
yearning to be felt
secreting a realm you've never seen
inside the sacred hall phene
decadent sex and honest vulnerability
my hex is pure
it touches then departs
but you wil take a second look
conjuring the forces of the dark
and yes my men are at attention
watching the shadows
they scry the whispers
and report back to me
an inhuman plea reaches their ears
they consider it seriously
with stealth they ride the night
waiting for the moment to attack
it is their war, I prefer to stay out of it
but father requires I learn tactics
he inspects my men, then says as you were
a melody playing in my head
driving me forward…march
secrecy of the highest order
coded and written on the winds
I receive my mission
transform into mischief herself
chaotic thought, spilling from my lips
expanding the horizons
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian