This is what it means to be La Bruja, the witch--
(swab honey on your ears before I speak, or they will curl like dry leaves.)
It isn't like people think,
from storybooks and bullshit they've heard.
It's like this--
a candleflame-colored Moon rising
through dreams and trees
into night sky, and not nearly so distant as it seems.
If you are La Bruja, you must barter with every wild thing--
taking some of each, as they keep some of you.
you know the ones...
made of hair spray and bibles, scared of the dark,
rattling on about their birth right.
You will kill them,
whether you choose to or not; whether you feel good about it or not.
There will be those who come into the trees,
even into your dreams,
to avenge what you've done while you were sleeping,
walking the stick path,
or baying at the moon.
All I can tell you is, wear a long cloak,
keep moving to the stone-feather pulse inside you,
and know the Moon saves her favor for you, not dwarves or fools.