Not for the fingers
And not for the eyes,
I was made to distract you
Away from the skies.
Not for the light
And not for the breeze,
I was meant to dissolve
Your certainties.
Bombs of destruction
Fulfill my desires;
I dream of poisonous
Winds and fires.
Not for the child
And not for the man,
I am part of a larger plan.
And if you must know
My ancestry,
Black magic, witch craft,
And sorcery.
