the batting of eyelashes
a sly smile behind a curl
the twisting of a lovely strand of hair
a muffled laugh, a hushed giggle
a soft, quick touch of a hand on his arm
twinkle of eye, how is it done?
to entice and intrigue
never to challenge or correct
forever the damsel in distress - here comes the knight
in shining armor, upon a mighty stead
lessons taught but never learned
to hide not mind or strength
curiosity or capability
no damsel in distress to attract the hero -
should a knight come, perhaps to slay the dragon
the protector whose bad luck leads them to me
a witch - the foulest of titles
to dare to be a woman in need of no man
crown of branch and leaf, no gold here
my court held under the shade of the forest trees
a circle of sisters around a bonfire under a full moon
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