Poem: The Witch's Cry

Hello pornies. How are you feeling today?

I want to share with you a poem I wrote not long ago but didn't want to share. Don't ask me why, but it just... didn't feel right, like it wans't the time. Things changed, however, and now I do feel the need to share this with you. Perhaps because I need to believe in my power as a witch, maybe because I need to direct my magic to selfhealing purposes, but the reason is unimportant.

I call this poem The Witch's Cry, a battle cry to use when we're needy, when we need a modern Aradia. However, WE are Aradia, and although I'm a totally fan of The Charge of the New Aradia (to read it is a must!) I also love this humble contribution to the witches, pagans, neopagans, heathens and Earth worshipppers of today.

The Witch's Cry

"Honey my practice

"Cernunnos" by IrenHorrors. Source.

And honor my rules.
Break all the basis
Write all my own.

Back to the preachers,
Arms to the strange,
We are the wicked,
We are the fiends.

Rituals and spells,
To heal and reverse,
Protect and defend,
To manifest change.

Out of the structure,
Out of the game,
Out of the costume,
Into the flames.

Behold our tongue,
We walk and evolve.
We're all the witches,
That they couldn't burn."

10-Mar-2019
5:45 AM

Kinky regards, K!

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