Poetry
The Devil's Sermon
I am the devil they say that I am
I make my wishes on stones
I am the witch that they say that I am
I make no promises known.
My loyalties lie with the maidens and crones
Yours lie with men and their land
My power needs no altar or throne
Yours is as steady as sand.
I am the devil they claim me to be
I am a woman grown bold
I am the witch that they made of me
Cast off from the rest of the fold.
My worth is more than rubies and gold
I create riches that last
I’m weaving stories, begged to be told
Of my ancestors long in the past.
I am the one who speaks to the moon
And begs for remarkable sights
I am the girl who whispers a tune
And disappears into the night.
My heart is hardened and ready to fight
I’m learning to soften its shell
But only for those who carried me tight
And picked me up after I fell.
Now I am the devil they said that I was
I bring more followers near
Now I am the witch that they said that I was
And dance under stars without fear.
I am in training to be the next seer
My soul’s been cleansed from its sin
I hold the memories of family dear
But I've made myself a new kin.
I am the heathen they warned you about
I have no oaths but my own
I am the sinner they warned you about
My deeds are carved in these bones.
I see the powers to be overthrown
And the hurt they’ve done to this people
I’m not afraid to be the next Joan
And deny those acts so medieval
I am the devil they say that I am
I make my wishes on stones
I am the witch that they say that I am
I make no promises known.
My loyalties lie with the maidens and crones
Yours lie with men and their land
My power needs no altar or throne
Yours is as steady as sand.
I am the devil they claim me to be
I am a woman grown bold
I am the witch that they made of me
Cast off from the rest of the fold.
My worth is more than rubies and gold
I create riches that last
I’m weaving stories, begged to be told
Of my ancestors long in the past.
I am the one who speaks to the moon
And begs for remarkable sights
I am the girl who whispers a tune
And disappears into the night.
My heart is hardened and ready to fight
I’m learning to soften its shell
But only for those who carried me tight
And picked me up after I fell.
Now I am the devil they said that I was
I bring more followers near
Now I am the witch that they said that I was
And dance under stars without fear.
I am in training to be the next seer
My soul’s been cleansed from its sin
I hold the memories of family dear
But I've made myself a new kin.
I am the heathen they warned you about
I have no oaths but my own
I am the sinner they warned you about
My deeds are carved in these bones.
I see the powers to be overthrown
And the hurt they’ve done to this people
I’m not afraid to be the next Joan
And deny those acts so medieval
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