Dark Moon

She is the moon grown dark and contemplative
Sinking into herself, doubting her worth
Metabolizing the past
Ruminating about the ghosts

She sits with her shadow
Wincing at the poisonous parts of herself
Wondering if she can stop the venom from contaminating her soul
Admitting the evil in hopes of  being absolved

She is the moon waxing
Waiting at the crossroads
Seeking the torch of Hekate to light the path
Making a decision to leave Hades

She lives between worlds
Shining her stardust too brightly for the world she is in
Longing for the magic realm she left behind
Believing her magic is lost

She is the full moon
Lighting up the dark
Longing to converge with the ocean
Yearning for her intuition to return

She looks to the Priestess
Holding her secrets close
Trusting her own power
Knowing she will glow again