The Romanticism of the Black Witch

"The dark path is the easiest, but the most feared because in the end its unknown what will happened with the soul. Do we return to be pure? Or do we keep our chains in an endless cycle of darkness?"

She opened her eyes to a brand new world, a redbird from the world of dreams to the world of caos and wisdom, a rebirth as a black witch. She was confused but now she was welcome to a place where sunlight was dark and God has horns; she walked without a compass for so long and after drinking the chalice she realised she never needed a compass because now she’s finally free to follow her own terms and wishes, all those who hurt her will pay and she won’t ever feel remorse again, besides why would she? Did they felt bad after stepping on her? Did she had to be submissive and forgive? The power she has now will tame those who try to tame her, and she will meet those who follow her same destiny; those who choose the path of darkness and where love has no place, it is not the way, only power. The true power was the possibility to control your environment; instead of being a sheep she decided to be a wolf, a hunter instead of the prey.

A black witch named Jayashri

The dark path is the easiest, but the most feared because in the end its unknown what will happened with the soul. Do we return to be pure? Or do we keep our chains in an endless cycle of darkness? Why we bother to ask this? Life is to be live and not to be fear; she wear black and she disguised with her darkness, she won’t be a good girl anymore, she will be a respectable women and a whore if she wanted to; thoughts will be vanished and passions unleashed and she will be blinded in darkness because the light was unbearable, but the dark flame gave her eyes to see in the dark. A sweet illusion of possession that in the end will mask she had the power because deep inside she never needed it, Satan will take care of it, she just needed to be her body, her mind and her heart and serve as a vessel for his desires because that’s why God does too right? We are all vessels right? Are we puppets of a divine comedy? Are we truly free? Is she truly powerful? Or as a black witch is she just a pretty face with an empty heart that served the wrong side? But what is the right path? This world is so ambiguous that it hurts, it’s so cruel.

What made her think she won’t be hurt anymore? What made her gave up her freedom with false freedom? She truly died when she opened her eyes to the brand new world, she will be a walking death after drinking the chalices and she will be a servant of the horned God as she wears black and enjoys the night, and if she ever try to search for true light inside her to warm her heart she will be blinded, because she gave it up long time ago.

This are the black witches, owners of the blackest night