Sword Of Truth Poem by Lovely Enchantress

Who whispers darkness in your ears.
Towers built only to have ghosts haunting them.
Some choose to wear masks to hide the truth.
Present the sword of truth for me to wield or to fall upon.
I always walked between shadow and light.
Living in the duality of both.

I never believed in certain stories, some end tragic.
Clipping the wings of a bird.
We once both stood in my mirror and spoke of magick.
Did I capture your gaze and find the truth.
I call out your name in the darkness.
What was so deeply hidden comes to the surface.