A Witch was Born

by Charlie

A Witch was born, wild and free,

Her magic burning fiercely, exuberantly.

She's walked through worlds

Both cold and gray

Sunny and serene

Prickly, soft,

Each one shaping her,

Like pressure molds a diamond.

Misunderstood by many,

Still, she rose.

Beautiful, undefeated,

Not without scars,

But shining just the same

Beneath the Sun and Moon.

Thank you, dear Witch

For your strength

Your fearlessness

And your warm

Boundless heart.

Because of you

I dance with faeries,

Sure-footed in the wild,

Grateful to have been born

From the magic

Of a Witch like you.

Charlie and WhiteRaven