The Athame

by Elizabeth Barrette

My athame is a two-edged blade
Of metal and of magic made

It turns all hostile magic back
With shining steel and handle black

When ways are closed,
it cuts right through
And all that binds, it severs, too

Upon the hilt, a Witch’s name
To second-sight burns bright with flame

And only to that hand, this blade
Will serve and answer as it’s bade.

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