The Witch
Blessed be! the witch inside,
Look into your minds eye.
Friend of nature, elements and animals.
Down to earth they truly see,
the evil of the tricksters and wannabes.
Should not be punished for their craft,
There is beauty in a witches sacred art.
Witches change with the seasons,
They breath the air of liberation.
Witch is child of light and shadow,
Natures spirit flows within.
A witches roots run deep, their will is strong,
They will stand up for what is right.
Searching and finding, needing and minding,
Wondering when the quest will end.
A witch cannot hide who they are, a pagan child.
All who follow the faith must heed the call.

Written 18th June 2014

No Motive,
No Mercy,
No remorse,
No time to lose,
Brutality lurks in darkness.
****** lurks close to home.
The blood runs cold.

Written by Kelly O'Hara  13th June 2014

I sit silent in the graveyard,
The wind gently flows through the trees,
I hear the silent whisper.
Silent whisper it touches my cheek like a lovers kiss.
My soul is ever searching ever seeking out, that which is lost.
A silent whisper can mean many things, to many people.
A gift left there forever branded on my skin.
I savor each moment each silent whisper,
Draw them in taste them, embrace the essence.
Silent whispers turn into radiant song,
A lost soul finds where it belongs.

Written 11th June 2014

Untamed passion that fights to be released.
Anger that bleeds innocence away.
Frustration and sadness a cross to be shouldered.
A light shining bright I fear none!.
Cannot be held by chains or bars.
A soul as wild as nature at one with the elements.
A heart that fights an endless battle an endless war inside.
Don't think me weak soon to break,
Don't you ever make that mistake.
I play a role I'm not to be conquered,
The fire in my eyes will speak.
In my veins there is a power no man may take me for a fool.
How great the challenge to the caged warrior's soul,
To tame the magic rarely bestowed.
Absence of truth may be absolute In plowed and harrowed thoughts.
Hearts of all hearts look to know what is inside a caged warrior's soul.

Written 10th June 2014 by Kelly O'Hara

Darker than the darkest shadow, standing on a razor's edge the light prevails the shadows.
Dark whispers can be heard the voices crash into silence.
Lights dwindle and flicker, the colors clash like spilt blood.
Dark diamonds flicker like fragments of soul waiting to be collected.
Dark diamonds are woven into dreams the essence remains the same.
Divided I'm constantly chasing the the light to the horizon line.
The dark ethereal the diamond in the rough and hard to touch the, The dark diamond sparkles.
Finding the truth when diamonds are legend there are greater gifts to be found. They are Brilliant with beauty but do not show much light.
Only a few can hinder what's really inside, for truth be told not many can find that knowledge and depth of endurance that a dark diamond hides.
Just like a dark diamond darkness can embed your soul,
The pressures of life have caused you to harden.
The rarest of gems at the top of the list a dark diamond will always be wanted, will always hold beauty, always be wanted.
Can never be owned or idly flaunted for dark diamonds have dark virtues.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 7th June 2014

They watch from the shadows, they hide in plain sight.
Weapons that whisper silence and death, Masks that hide truth.
Illusions are revealed to be lies, Kings and peasants will die alike side by side.
Lights dwindle and shadows flicker, the night is young.
The path of the assassin is hard they are always in death's backyard.
The traits of the skilled, the doers of evil are all laid before the assassins creed.
Shadows and steel, poison and guile are some of the tools an assassin needs.
Walkers of shadow and light, the invisible stalkers assassination done for the greater good.
Where assassins enemies reign it's a world of fear and pain.
It is they who commit that deadly sin to inflict so much pain the mind simply cannot take.
An assassins creed is law for assassins are a brotherhood in arms.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 5th June 2014

Tattoo's on the skin tell a story they hide a lot of sin.
They tell of personal pain and personal truth.
A person's journey may told by the tattoo's on their skin.
Triumphs, truths,lies and love are tattoo's on skin.
Even though the tattoo isn't visible doesn't mean it isn't there.
Life is a like a tattoo it comes in many forms and shapes just like people.
The colors vivid as blood and ink mix together in a dance intertwined,the script and symbols captured.
All of us are marked, we are unique, we burn with life that is our own personal tattoo.
Inked onto flesh is special meaning frozen in time now there for life.
Unfolding into all i am and will be the ink that is there tattooed on my skin, Is there for the world to see.

Written 3rd June 2014