Witch

I am not whom
But I am
Not you,
Candles and herbs,
Makes things
Come true.

Every night is
Filled with gloom,
No goat to burn
Alters, a
Witches broom.

I fear for all
I must
Confess,
Who dared
To test the
Sorceress.

Psychic beast who's
Born in sin,
Narcissist
And alien.

The elements
Are going
To take its turn,
Soon the
Candles will burn.

Dark as night
When the light
Switch ,
Shape as a
Disguise witch.

Sometimes
I want to set
You free ,
But until then
Mote it be.....

                                   
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