Sara's Quandry

(A Witchblade Poem)

by Raine Wynd

Dancing on the edge of danger seems like such a cliche
when every darkness has a name
and you're the sworn protector of the innocent
confusion is an old friend
You prided yourself on finding answers
but what happens when the questions don't apply
and the rabbit hole just opened up underneath your feet?
Somehow there's a way
if only you could trust the guide