The Warrior and the Witch

Sorry I’ve been so absent, guys! This was the first week I was actually at my AmeriCorps service site and that ate up every ounce of energy I have, resulting in my total losing track of posting the poetry things. So here is my offering to you: the last poem which I have a recording of a reading for. Enjoy!

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I see you, little lamb
Little lamb
With your sword in hand.
Out in this snow
My dear, we are never alone—

The barrows surround us in the forests
All around us are ghosts
They sing soft sweet songs
In freshly fallen snow.

I see you, little lamb
Little lamb
How you tremble in this foreign land.
The wolves do howl
My dear, hear their song upon your skin—

The bones of giants peek
Out of ice-laden soil
Beneath the earth they churn and sigh.
We are but the dreams the giants dream.

I see you, little lamb
Little lamb
The goosebumps on your skin.
Your eyes they strain not to see
The magic wrapped in me—

Incantation long forgot
And runes carved in my tongue.
My lips dyed red by mine own blood
And wrapped in cloaks of fur.

I see you, little lamb
You, little lamb…
The fire’s burning high.
You brought me here
Now watch me burn—

Once, twice, thrice—

I’ll rise again tonight.

Witness me, my spirit’s flight
No witch your warrior’s sword

Will ever deign

To tame.

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