The Darkest Light

Lore and darkness I desire,  
Because my ancestors come from the mire,  
The pagan witches and Goddesses too,  
Not much from thee I ask of you,  

A taste for spells to graze my lips,  
And hence flow from my fingertips,  
A chance to feel our bond through power,  
From times of old to come this hour,  
 
The songs of home I've learned to sing,  
They fill my body with a most precious sting,  
The words I sing in ancient tongue  
My soul a new it has become,  
 
A witch of light I'd like to be,  
Though the darkness calls out to me,  
To take its hand and snare my heart,  
Could I be witch in light and dark?  
 
Today who sings the words of old  
Julie Fowlis with of voice of Gold,  
Is she truly of this age?  
Or has a spirit of the past made her it's grave?