celtic lady contest

So I sit and wait

in my silver satin and lace

I try to think,

I just stare into space...

my head starts to spin,

in my green velvet chair

I try to pretend

I just don't care

my cats are with me

and they watch for

what is evil and scary

and only folklore

it's the fear of an end

I know the crows warn

but something must die

for one thing to be born

I'm a creator of life

I look at my flowers

but I have conjured death

I am not afraid of my powers

so where is he now?

How long must I wait?

Is this the death that I see?

Would this be called fate?

I took out my umbrella

but it wasn't enough

to shield me

from this emotional stuff

behind me I know

are my potions and spells

but nothing I could do

would equal his self made hells....

ok this was written for a comptition for the celtic lady... just a quick little poem put together to go with the prompt above...