Birthright

Bring me my dust
O' mighty wanderer
They dare to take what's mine
My reasons, my energy
ENERGY I SAY!
I'm more solid than that willow tree
And more liquid than my potions

The black widows recipe for
channeling my emotions

I'm a spirit with no wings
but with the shoes of Hermes

The rivers know my birthright
for they stream of menocide

I will come for you,  for the world, and he is his own enemy
Pestilence is coming
And I will no longer be a spirit, or dust


I will be the Muse of Catastrophe