Faces of the Witch: Daughter of Kemet

Her every step makes the Earth tremble

The power of her blood in her gait.

Beguiling beauty masks ancient grace

Sacred queen, dark daughter of fate.

The Old Ones speak through crimson lips

Echoes of myth and sands of gold.

Taste life and death in her kiss

Ancient magick is hers to weave and hold.

Daughter of Kemet

Child of Moon and Sun

She who is both Rose and Thorn.

Her reign has just begun.

Original poetry by Serpentine Fyre aka Alicia D'Avalon