I’m growing into my own…as a witch blessed be
I have parts of myself I still don’t seem to understand
Sometimes I’m the pure angel from above
And other times I’m the monster hiding in the woods
Those thoughts leave me smiling to myself
Let’s step deeper into the woods and see what we can find…
I know I’m never alone in the woods
The spirits still watch guard
Hulls of the trees are twisted with secrets to be unveiled
Birds sing messages
Each crunch of a leaf guides my way
I walk in the middle of the night carrying a lantern to see the magickal things happen
They think me to be a bit mad…so let them
Witching hour comes when magick is most powerful and black magick is most effective
I’m in the woods some may never come back from lost in the beauty and mystery
I stay true to my own needs and that of nature
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