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An Ancient Sin
The island where I learned my craft
And honed the dark arts to perfection,
Remains in the waters of my black soul.
Where fire and frost meet in the night,
On that island, like those sent adrift
Sailing on ships that have no direction,
Until the spirits of the wind, in control...
Send them to the island with a fright!
Did I bring them hither, in those days,
Was it my mind working cruel spells?
It was only the spirits, my father said.
Old spirits from before time's dawning,
Waiting in the dark without sun's rays
For the hour when their power swells!
Then they rise up to cause much dread.
In the cave forbidden, the witches den
I honed the dark arts to a frightful level,
And they remain within my black heart.
I seek no repentance, I am a fallen one,
I kneel before neither women nor men
For, I am a dark sorceress of the Devil,
With old magic as sharp as poison dart.
I serve no mortal daughters or any son!
My father taught me a little too well
And my mother should have known too,
That I would eclipse them in my darkness.
Now I am the mistress, I am the keeper,
Of the secrets known to lords of Hell
And ladies fell, whose witchery is true,
For all the brethren to bear mute witness...
And those who come to descend deeper!
Do not gaze too deeply into my eyes
You will not like what you find there,
I am not as human as my appearance is.
These eyes are only for one to look in!
I am not welcome under heavenly skies
There is too much wickedness I dare,
And I have a very different idea of bliss.
My very blood contains an ancient sin!
And honed the dark arts to perfection,
Remains in the waters of my black soul.
Where fire and frost meet in the night,
On that island, like those sent adrift
Sailing on ships that have no direction,
Until the spirits of the wind, in control...
Send them to the island with a fright!
Did I bring them hither, in those days,
Was it my mind working cruel spells?
It was only the spirits, my father said.
Old spirits from before time's dawning,
Waiting in the dark without sun's rays
For the hour when their power swells!
Then they rise up to cause much dread.
In the cave forbidden, the witches den
I honed the dark arts to a frightful level,
And they remain within my black heart.
I seek no repentance, I am a fallen one,
I kneel before neither women nor men
For, I am a dark sorceress of the Devil,
With old magic as sharp as poison dart.
I serve no mortal daughters or any son!
My father taught me a little too well
And my mother should have known too,
That I would eclipse them in my darkness.
Now I am the mistress, I am the keeper,
Of the secrets known to lords of Hell
And ladies fell, whose witchery is true,
For all the brethren to bear mute witness...
And those who come to descend deeper!
Do not gaze too deeply into my eyes
You will not like what you find there,
I am not as human as my appearance is.
These eyes are only for one to look in!
I am not welcome under heavenly skies
There is too much wickedness I dare,
And I have a very different idea of bliss.
My very blood contains an ancient sin!
Published 10th Jan 2023
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