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The exterior seems like a cookie cutter fit,

But within lies an unknown cry for exulted freedom.

Happy does the surface seem, yet way down deep something unearthy stirs.

It festers and boils from way down deep, the unknown dark with in her light.

The blood lust calls to her while she sleeps, and when awake she hides the frenzy that lay just beneath the surface.

Should she finally give into the call, or ignore her natural ways?

She holds on to what they say is normal, but somehow it's not natural to her.

Give in it calls , give in it pleads.

She aches to feel what is truly right, give in my love it whispers softly........

The underworld can be a strange yet happy place, or is that considered a oxymoron? To me though it fills a part of my life that had seemed desolate and baron. Why had the dark undertones of this world seem to fill a void? The blackness did not seem so dark but yet it vibrated with life energy and chaos that was somehow organized. I have hit a pivotal moment in my life where something beckoned me to search for my true passion. I had been raised in a vary unusual way on one end Christianity was forced down my throat but Wicca called to me at every turn. Not the black or the gray but the purest form of magic which is white. Even though I could never perform black magic the dark sides of things always seemed to call out to me. What is it calling to me, feel down yearning to be released..............