A Priestess's Dream

A Being of the In Between

Come to me as you would a sailor to the sea

With quiet reverence, head down, and on thy knees.

Address me with no less respect than an unearthly queen

The knowledge I hold is unlike any in this modern scene

Bring me gifts of pure silver, indigenous furs, trinkets, sweets and other goods on which I'm keen

I am one of the few beings of the In Between.

In the shadows I reign, one of the eight great queens

My people are few and far between

Solitary creatures, we aren't rare- just unseen

For the shadows we call home are many, and great, like the sea

the shadows are our ocean- in its darkness we are serene.

As other as one could feel, nothing any of your kind has ever before seen.

Back then you'd call them witches, today we are The In Between.

Soon we shall be Lures for the hungry things

That accompany us in the dark seas

The things that have no care for physical money or power- things that are seen and unseen.

Predators of predators, hungry and keen

feeding on anything us siren lure to its teeth.

A rebalancing of forces by the universine.

One foot in life, the other in death

A bridge between states of being, I've built my nest

Where I collect nouns from both sides at my behest

An unseen collector of information, A hidden cache of ancient knowledge locked in a chest.

A being of the in between- I'll forever rest.