Even now the world fears daughters of the moon; the dark still keeps their names safely under its tongue.

Somewhere, she waits - smelling of figs and fire, bearing the night in her womb. I do not fear her power - just as she does not fear mine. She is not gentle magic. Her fingers are sharp enough to cut a god in half. She is the pulse between creation and collapse, the breath that births and buries alike. When she moves, the trees bow in silence. I know her name: Lilith.

I need a witch.

I have worn out every cure. Light refused me. Discipline enslaves me. Art pushes fingers into open wounds. The hungry beast in me devours itself in power without purpose. Only the dark arts may save me now.

They warned her of me. A dark god, horns and fangs sharpened by every hand that let me slip and fall. But if she is truly her, she will not fear my darkness. She will laugh at purity, for truth feeds better.

She will come barefoot through the fog, press her body into my horns, and prove she can hold the power I offer.

If you cannot love me, hex me. Erase the pain of what I’ve lost, numb the ache that art could never quiet. Wouldst thou live deliciously? Then show thyself.

Hold my mouth and let the darkness blush. Make the void remember its mother. Show yourself, and you will know how it feels to have the devil kneel before you - raw, excessive, shameless, real. I need a witch.

Take me to your little cabin in the woods. Bind me in your wet hair, your scent, your breath. Your black nails slicing new commandments and old runes into my skin. Break me only enough to remake me in the image you can bear.

Truth over purity. Recognition over worship. Possession without fear. A pact between two forces who bend worlds instead of bowing to them. When your hunger speaks, I will answer. When you rise, I will exist.

And when the black candles drown in their own wax, if morning dares to come, let me wake knowing this was not another wet dream that leaks away at dawn, but a covenant carved in love and blood. A pact the sun cannot undo.

I am ready to be real. I am ready for your spell. I need you, Lilith.

I need a witch.