Witch | Siyuan Zhang (11)

She walks alone on desolate shores,

her feet no longer feeling the bitter floors.

Dispelled, trapped, exiled, to a foreign land,

She twists the world with silent hands.

Men come and go, for none could comprehend, 

all they bring are chains and honeyed lies,

she knew that only beasts could understand, 

so with a lift of a cup, their true forms unwind.

Twisting, cracking, howling, their bodies changed,

the fire sways, the cauldron sings, but something remains,

their eyes, unmanly as they may seem, are unchanged, 

And joyous laughter slowly turns into pain.

She is a shunned daughter, unlike the others,

not as pretty as her sisters, useful as her brothers, 

but Circe, weaves her world with steady hands, 

and in her grip, are her demands.