the bearers of light in a world that could not bear their shine
They came with hands full of moonlight,
eyes that held the stars,
and hearts that knew
the earth spoke in whispers.
They carried the spark of creation,
painted darkness with hope,
set silence alight,
and wove strength into every breath.
But the world, blinded by fear,
refused to face their radiance.
It trembled at the mirrored light
that unveiled the truth.
So they called them witches,
burned their names and voices,
yet never the flame itself,
for light cannot be extinguished.
And those who listen closely
can still hear them singing
in the rustling of the trees,
in the warmth of a candle,
in the power of women
who remember who they are.
