Coming Home

The dark skies hover, As I feel the evil forces surrounding me. I look up at the house, That stands before, Knowing they wait. They wait for me. The dark shadows block out, The light of the windows. I don't need the view, To know what lurks inside. I laugh knowing, I see them with open and new eyes. I wear black because I am a warrior. I sense my dark gothic soul. Knowing that danger is near and, Ready to confront. They are not expecting me. I am the storm. I am not like the others. I show no fear in my heart. I smile as I see my ancestors, Surrounding the evil within. I sense them as they welcome me home. I step inside feeling the ice-cold air, Sensing the intruder is near. Smiling, yet warning them with a clear message. This is our home and, We don't want you here. I raise my hands and command, I call upon the elements of the earth. My grandmothers, mothers, and sisters. I also call to Zeus and the Gods of 12, To protect your family as you've done for centuries. I notice my family in spirit, Surrounding and protecting me, Resembling warriors getting ready for war. I smile as I see the lightning, Flow from their fingertips, Casting out all evil. The light returns. The house is new again. I feel their touch knowing, My family will always protect me.