Were you nearly snatched by claws of death,
Would Mine be the first flesh to feel your breath?
Would you throw your arms around my neck,
And squeeze me tight til there was nothing left?
I’ve seen the chaos in the stars and light,
By witches’ peril— that also their might,
I’ve crossed the veil between my mind and sight,
So hear me well, together: this, our plight.
Battles both within and those without,
Rocking cages, inside is our bout,
Can’t live with, but cannot thrive without,
Banish now, all that remains in doubt.
The steps are taken, path is walked aflame,
And burn together, one, our spirits’ name,
There is a test, but heed my words: no game,
Together we will pass or fail the same.