Hatchling Black Witch

Potential-filled people are over-looked
Under this seemingly unjust system.
I'm but a weakling and misunderstood.
But I possess a much grander vision.

I gaze deeply into the core of me -
A figure of legend can be perceived.
Though I am in doubt, I often can shout
With my speech, "I was destined to be queen!"

A hatchling black witch sheds its cocoon.
Woe to any who plan to cause it strife.
It spreads its wings in the light of the moon,
And this dark spirit begins to take flight.

Deny me my scepter, gatekeep my crown.
Destiny's specter shows you will bow down.
Want you to struggle, I can rain trouble;
Alarms of war, I can force to be sound.