In whispers of thee willow, my tale begins to weave,
A soul once named a witch, in whom few did believe.
Through trials & scorn, my spirit took a toll,
Yet within my heart, magic played a starring role.
In lands mundane, my essence they couldn't grasp,
An outcast in their eyes, an enigma they couldn't clasp.
But beneath thee hurt & tears, my revolution grew,
In me, a fire blazed, a path uniquely true.
Once shunned & cast aside, a black sheep in thee deepest night,
I rose with dignity, my aura shining bright.
From shadows of disdain, my mystic power rose,
A story of transformation, like a blooming lotus rose.
Curly whirls, i dance with glee, I twirl with every curl,
Embracing every part of me, a precious, priceless pearl is me.
Whimsical is my glamorous, with a touch of sweetest divine,
Aging gracefully like the finest wine, in every align I shine, I am this world’s sign.
A mystic born to change thee world, my quantum leap soul so vast,
Unleashing magic onto streets, a spell is cast.
Those whom fear my mighty stride, must step aside in haste, or waste away
For in my presence, only truth & love will ever taste.
Cross my path with ill intent & you shall feel thee force within,
A walking moldavite wondrous tale, real as skin and kin.
I am thee holy field, divinely shield, where magic freely flows,
In every step & word, my inner power glows.
Poetry channeled through Enchantress Thee Babbler ©️
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