I Am the Witch Night

No crown on my head. No god in my ear. I walk through

the fire so others stand clear. I bled for the curse of burn with

the blame. I carry the weight, they're too clean to name.

They pray to the blade. I pray to the stain. I am the

witch night. Marked by ash and flame, not holy, not damned but

I answer my name. If the world needs a monster to keep it

alive then sharpen your fear. I arrive. I arrive.

I arrive. They build their empires on bodies and smoke.