A Disciple she was, right up til then Her mentoring Witch, with hours did spend She learned many arts of herb and of lore hoping perhaps that soon she'd be more A Disciple she was, with youth and with light learned with care the wrongs and the rights to harm none forfend, treat all with care and above all else, to always be fair A Disciple she was, a maiden true untouched by love, and ne'er a rue in full bloom she was, at that moment in time a child, a woman, a lass that did shine A Disciple she was, when mentor took leave And placed in her charge, the wards and the keys Peaceful to be, all the portents did say yet Raven's ill humor did rule the day A Disciple she was, the coyote her totem Great skill in her craft, oh how she'd show 'em The Hellwyrm came from the depths of it's lair Yet none could find the Witch anywhere A Disciple she was, not for much longer The came and they found her, drifting in slumber She rose with a start, her senses a whirl No more would they say that she's just a girl A Disciple she was, protecting her charge That Hellwyrm was huge, it made the sky dark She shook deep within, her courage a-fleeing yet whispered the words, her power, believing A Disciple she was, casting spells here and there each ineffective, the beast did not care She reached deep inside, to a well long unheeded of hope and of courage and of things that she needed A Disciple she was, no more from that moment For the power within, it came from old torment Her spells they were thund'rous, her power of passion And on that old demon she made an impression A disciple she was, for a while back then Now she's a Witch, and a child-woman She still learns her lessons, every day at ten But smiles now, and remembers back when