I am the adversary.
The resistance of water, the moisture in the wood.
I am the oppposer,
The force pulling you towards the bitter end, the hammer that hits the nail.
I am confrontation.
Those words that twist your gut and challenge all you believe in.
I am the Devil in black.
The reaper of false prophets,
The magick in the witch’s eyes and the wisdom of elders.
I am chaos,
I lead the rebellion,
Slayer of the divine order and conjurer of magicks.
I am all. I am nothing.
For I am the Well that makes you weak.