Stew
Stew At dusk they emerge to tread moss covered paths Females snaking forward in silent lines Fae forming circles for ceremonies divine Their once esteemed Queendom of beauty and peace That jealous men hunted collected and seized Wings clipped fettered concealed Trapped tight under lids locked Arias strangled from our throats By men’s forceful greedy cock On shelves lined up for miles and miles Are jars of fae with hearts of ache Gathering dust and growing fury Fathers grandfathers colossal mistake So they won’t hear our screaming Mens ears evolved to tiny slits We wailed our tyrannies into treetops They accused us of having fits So we buried our secrets beneath fields and under ancient Oaks Preserved our truths and rooted them deep Stolen magic exacts a price Watch your backs men, payment isn’t cheap
Wicked witches we became of whispered stories that still linger Sorceresses disguised as the girl next door Sun on her face, flames in her fingers Sickened by greed bravado and plunder We rise up and lay bare sacred desires The revolution of storm will hail down crimson thunder Masculine repression grew volcanoes dying to erupt Now we lock palms with one another ripe for bloodlust Our feminine hands wield hidden blades now unsheathed Demanding payment for accounts long overdue Slit throats spill truths Becoming cauldrons bloody stew
