She

She hovers untouchable
Witch without her broom
Ranting
With corn syrup sweetness
Secret poision
Behind her words

She yells down
With fire
Calling it
Light
Scolding almost every
Common mortal
For their pedestal perch

Her hands are daggers,
Her gaze a spear

Inadvertantly
She blinds herself
Beneath the guise of
Intuition--
She is under
Her own spell

She tries to teach,
Yet lacks knowledge

She speaks of truth
Yet fails
To inquire of her self

She needs help, and I
Have lost my patience

She bleeds
And I don't even cry