Only Darkness Understood – Witch in the 'Burbs

Only Darkness Understood

I stand beneath the gates of change
And look upon His face.
I see the light betwixt his horns
And know the spirits of place.

I see the gate swing open wide
And the hedgerow sink beneath,
As I hold the stang in my left hand
And draw the knife from its sheath.

Dead was I, and within the grave,
Dead but alive again.
Dead was I, and within the grave,
The child of Tubal Cain.

Dead was I, and within the grave,
But tonight I am born anew.
Dead was I, and within the grave,
But I gather to me flesh, bone and sinew.

I sought the ways of the otherworld,
The wisdom of ancestors long gone.
I found them out, to my dismay,
And now I am come back home.

I knelt upon the ground,
‘neath the old Musclewood Tree.
“It is I,” said I, to the Fey of the Wood,
“And I am come to Thee.”

Deep below the roots
Of the raw and reddened wood,
I saw the glimmers and shimmers of light,
That only darkness understood.

And when I spoke they silenced me,
And told me to, “Hush … be still.”
And when I listened to their whispers,
My blood I willingly spilled.

I melded with the Land that day,
And the spirits that dwelt below.
Time stood still for me just then,
A timeless, placeless flow.

I sought the ways of the otherworld,
The wisdom of ancestors long gone.
I found them out, to my dismay,
And now I am come back home.

I stand beneath the gates of change
And look upon His face.
I see the light betwixt his horns
And know the spirits of place.