A Self Poet-Trait

I see me dancing in the moonlight Naked and exposed My skin shines like alabaster My eyes flecked with sparks of gold I give worship to the one-ness From an alter most would curse For to some I am a heathen While to others I am worse But they refuse to lift the shutters That brings the blindness to their eyes My goal remains the same as theirs I've just thrown away disguise To see Can I survive A witch's burning