Page 58 of Hekate: The Witch
I Wanted to Be Angry
If I was older, if I had any power,
I would unleash it all
to rescue my parents.
But I had nothing.
No one had told me
what sort of Goddess I was.
The poniard of longing
pierced my soul again.
When would I harness my power?
So instead,
I walked to where my father was chained,
feet slipping in slick gold.
My hands balled into
fists by my side,
nails digging into my skin.
Slowly, I reached out,
my hand shaking,
and I touched his knee.
A Giant Eye Opened
A roar escaped his lips,
as though disturbed from deep
and cold slumber.
Then his eyes fell on me
and my very bones shuddered.
There was so much anguish in his face.
So much rage and torment.
I opened my mouth to speak.
At first nothing came out.
Finally I said the word.
