Morgan le Fay

I stood at the crossroads
Between that old world and this
When I spoke, I heard them say
It was the serpent's kiss

I eked out a life in ways
The best ways I knew how
My shoulders broadened
With boulders I carried
Up the hill, up the hill, up the hill

Rage like Achilles' ate me
Call me the dragon; go ahead
Try to slay me
I am the bog-witch
And the boat
That floats along its face

You know that softest hiss
To some, it's hell; to some, it's bliss
Was it an old air I sang
Or a song they made me hear?

Misunderstood
Passed over
Seen as lead
When I knew I was gold
The black sheep is a beauty
Even in the wrong fold

Velvet smooth and curling deep
I know what I am worth!
I waited patiently

Power found me as a young girl
Twinkled green, spells unfurled
But people fear what they can't grasp
Despise what they can't learn

If you were the dagger
Then I was the whet stone
Made myself stronger
Than mere blood and bone
Knew that I was, was not alone
In the things I had to say

The stories called me fear made real
Neither thunder nor laughter
Can help their great peal
They hunted me
With feverish zeal
I decided I would not burn!

A flower will bloom
When given the sun
When given the rain
Dense soil, the one

But a weed is a flower
By some other name
Lay the blame
Upon yourselves

Or maybe I am the blushing rose
Who pricks with thorns
But when held close
Is fragrant, lovely, petal soft
Enfolded in your palm

A labyrinth within it told
No minotaur, just shadowed folds
And when held up to the bold light
Is delicate
And sweet

Visions of grey: were you real?
Am I the butterfly or the scholar who dreams her?
Self-doubt is the thing that will crush
Its cobalt wings

Whether she or a moth, I'll fly there
The darkness and bright I'll find there
Tonight and tomorrow
I'll be there, no sorrow
But the hope aloft I'll bring