I passed thru the Gates Of Magick,
But I couldn’t find my way.
I always thought that I was brave,
But I had feet of clay.
I stopped inside the entrance,
And gazed about in fear.
Where should I go? What should I do?
The pathway wasn’t clear.
Could there be monsters lurking here?
Or dismal spirits, grim?
If one should grab me as I passed,
Could I escape from him?
I swallowed down my thumping heart,
I knew this was my niche.
With fearful mind and trembling hands,
I said “I am a Witch!”
I stepped out on that shadowy trail,
For I refused to flee.
I’ve not regretted coming here, for this
Was meant to be.