In shadows deep, I weave my spell
The witch's cloak, a tale to tell
I grasp it tight, my heart's desire
To shape my form, a living pyre.

Let me grow vast, a mountain's grace
With bosom wide, a sacred space
A fortress built of flesh and bone
To stand apart, to be alone.

Unkempt I walk, with hair untamed
A visage plain, no beauty claimed
My nails, a jagged, wild array
With chipped paint, they mark the fray.

In stockings torn, my feet do tread
Through sands of time,
where dreams are shed
The feline's trace upon my skin
A testament to where I've been.

For I desire no company
In solitude, my spirit's free
I cast you out, a distant dream
My body's shield, a silent scream.

With every flaw, my power grows,
An incantation no one knows
In this guise, my soul's release
No more shall others steal my peace.