In my own darkness,
She calls out to me,
A beacon of light,
Despite the dark within her too.
She walks in magic
And a shadowed power,
But her choices define her,
Not her birthright—
She may have been created
From darkness,
But she uses her darkness
To serve the highest good,
And that is a power
Of hope and will
Beyond what anyone can imagine.
She is armored in a strength
That some don't acknowledge
Or never will understand,
And that's not only encouraged,
But beautiful—
What I too need to hear
When the demon within howls.
Hope for the world
But none for ourselves,
Fear of ourselves
But the utmost loyalty
For those we hold dear,
I can sense her hand on my shoulder,
And I sense her understanding.
I may feel I'm alone,
But I see her,
Walking in her beautiful magic
And armored in her strength,
And I see my ally—
And with the fire contained
But not suppressed,
(Because that releases
The demons within us,)
On raven wings
We fly
