Once we were agents of peace and prosperity Using Nature's gifts for love and harmony We always heal and never hurt For we bring healing and love into this earth
We always lived without insecurity Never in our minds came rebelry For we live as good as we can be And never thread the path to obscurity
But once we were also set aflame By merciless acts to us, our great shame The ****** of someone we love Or the theft of precious things we did have
An infamous thing done to us A dangerous thing came crashing fast Scars began to form in body and soul Reminding us of things most foul
The jilting of a sweet lovely human The genocide done by something inhuman The taking of an artifact we kept and protected The petty tricks of humans, we are abused and molested
Now we cry in despair for the Dark A last resort for the Pain and Mark A deadly art we dared trespass For we crave vengeance and execute it we must
For love and redemption Evil actions of our own volition Lost in the embrace of Oblivion The last move we have in Preparation
This is an excerpt from my short story Deadly Nightshade (unpublished) that I had entered in our school contest. It talks about a witch named Cataleya, who lost it all when other humans ravaged her village and this are her reasons on why she became Belladona. It talks much of how people change when set aflame by actions of others. Some of these are the reasons why we go cold on other people and seek vengeance (which I do not advocate) for our own redemption.