Under-
stand-
ing
Why do you fight
my eyes?
They only seek
to see
your light
as warm
as it can be.
chrysalis [bend
and shatter that mirror
we look upon]
gossamer wings ripped
by roots
to ashes may
again flutter
in winds of Rath.
as we fear their cry and
endless night
silver sliver above may
light a nightmare
in the deep
for all to see,
but none to dare approach.
Fae beings alight
from madness
turn once around the fires
burn the trees,
drink their ash
cover in soot,
all you fear.
Pay the toll,
of mortal years.
As witch,
and son,
and daughter
do.
Or see yourself,
larva
again.
Fool.
Theory indeed.
Don’t stand on a hill you don’t have the courage to die on.
Proclaiming a seat of power or knowledge you don’t know you lack.
What one should fear most, is the things they don’t know that they don’t know.