Dont throw me on the fire yet

Im not quite done with me

if sacred witch is what i am

its all youll ever see

in lightest hope of angels wings

and skies that i can touch

lies you in silence roaring still

in search of souls to clutch..

in tightened wound of never fit

‘neath soured judging eyes

Lay i in wait – just for a spell

in search of flightfull skies…