It Thrills Me It Scares Me

I love it, I hate it. It scares me, it thrills me. It is magical, mystical, ethereal, and yet…. There is a part of it that is so beyond my grasp I try to grab onto its robes and it races off without me. A coven of interesting people, who seem to be in the know. I am in the not know, but the want-to-know. I watch with a morbid fascination as scary things happen. I want to be part of it, I want to be included, I want to be like them. But do I have it in me? I walk right up to the edge and try to face a demon. She studies my eyes and laughs, knowing I am not there yet. But I really want to be….