Tiffaney Hudak

Poems:

Vampiressa
The Killer Feels
To Be A Witch
Close The Windows
Magickal Woman with Eyes of Blue
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The thunder sounds
The winds blow
The waves crash
but I don't know
I cannot hear
These paramount sounds
I am awake
Yet I sleep; in the ground
I smell the blood
I taste the nectar
I yearn for more
I wake from slumber
I follow the scent
I draw near the flavor
When my lips open
Then death shall I savor

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My heart beats no more
The blood in my veins is cold
My eyes are no longer bright
Their color no longer bold
My lungs do not take in air
My ears hear every sound
I can pick up the scent from anywhere

I have become the killer
But before I was the killed
Is this the only alternative?
How much blood have I spilled?

I steal the beat of your heart
And take your blood so warm
I watch the color leave your eyes
As all sounds fade from your ears
And as I take what I need to survive
My eyes are filled with tears

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To Love the Earth
To Be the Fire
To Fly the Air
To Swim the Water
To Respect the Power
To Follow the Rede
To Work your Magick
To Harm No One
To Send Bright Blessings
To Have the Knowledge
To Use it Wisely
To Be Yourself
To Be a Witch

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Sometimes as I walk down the darkened hall,
Late at night-all alone-and with no one to call.
I feel a terrible coldness grip me deep inside,
And I see something move out of the corner of my eye,
Then I feel a sudden and unmistakable fear,
And I cannot control myself or stop the flow of tears,
And for the millionth time I wonder if great or small,
This granted 'gift' is really a gift at all,
Or if it could be a fate sealed much worse
and could indeed be my personal curse...
But never do I ponder it for long,
For I am afraid of what could go wrong,
If I were to open the door in my mind,
Next to the windows of other worlds and times.
And under these windows I crouch low,
For my prescence there They need not know,
For of all the drifting spirits I see with my mind,
Only Some of them are truly kind.
And I have powers-though rarely used- this is true,
But could my powers measure up to what They could do?

(I wrote this long before I was a Witch)

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Magickal woman, eyes of blue
says your name and entrances you
Your heart beats fast as she passes by
The scent of her perfume making you high
Her blue eyes are sparkling and bright
and deep inside them you see the Light
that gives her the power to do as she pleases
To create a butterfly or heal diseases
Her gifts she does not try to hide
They are special, so why keep them inside?
There is no end to the magick she can do
but it will be Your magick that makes her fall for you
She'll teach you her magick and be your lover
And help you learn not to keep magick undercover
for such wonderous gifts we all have inside
But we need the help of a magickal woman to make us realize
that there are no ends to the things we can do
So let Her work Her magick on you

Thank You Goddess, for your love.

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