Come Closer

Come Closer: A Ritual in Verse & Motion

Original Music & Music Video

This piece is a conjuring.

Part spoken word, part chant, part call-to-arms—it is a spell for the wild feminine, a reclamation of voice, of space, of power. Come Closer began as lyrics and took shape as a video, made with intention and intuition. It weaves themes of ancestral memory, collective awakening, and the quiet (and not-so-quiet) fury of women who have always known the truth beneath the surface.

There is a spirit that lives beneath the mask of the everyday, and it is rising.

This work speaks to that spirit. It is not about being polite or palatable. It is about the liminal space between myth and modernity, where rage becomes art and silence becomes song. It is about gathering—sisters, voices, truths—and daring the world to lean in.

Let them come closer.
Let them never know what possessed them.

Watch the video.
Listen to the music.
And if it stirs something in you—good!

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**EDITED VERSION BELOW**

I’ve added a new version of this song and video, which I now have the license to. It’s not a reproduction of the old version. It is its own creation. Hope you enjoy this one equally as much or more! Thank you for giving me space to be creative, friends! ✨💖✨

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Watch the Come Closer: A Ritual in Verse & Motion Remix on YouTube!

Watch Come Closer by Michelle Ried on YouTube!

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**Lyrics**

We must come to understand
the spirit within the cloak,
the mask of man.
We must find truth
under skin and bones
before they all turn to sand.

Come closer, closer.
Come closer, closer still.
They’ll never know what possessed them.

I’ll whisper secrets
in their ear,
so only they can hear
the call to come.

It’s time for wild women to run.
It’s in our nature, in our blood.
The moon calls our names.

Come closer, closer.
Come closer, closer still.
They’ll never know what possessed them.

It’s an incantation.
In harmony with creation.
We’ll take the enemy down to their knees.
It’s not our job to please.

It’s time, wild feminine and free.
We’ll show them our teeth.
Show them what we mean.

Come closer, closer.
Come closer, closer still.
They’ll never know what possessed them.

It’s poetry.
We’re swimming in liminal space.
It’s a conjuring. We’re calling. Come hither.

You're slithering. I'm not shivering.
We were made to take control.
My sisters and I have gathered.

Come closer, closer.
Come closer, closer still.
They’ll never know what possessed them.

Come closer, closer.
Come on I dare you.
Come on get closer.
Come closer.

You think I’m lost, but I am found.
Of all the foolish attempts abound. (come closer)

You try to threaten me without a sound.
I’ll burn your village to the ground. (come closer)

Don’t come for me, I’ll take you down.
Your masculinity is not profound. (come closer)

Your ego makes a weak wailing sound.
You think I’ll shrink, but I laugh aloud. (come closer)

Your type is wild to believe, we haven’t figured it out.
Let your people know, we are the rulers now. (come closer)

We breathe life into everything. (come closer)
Your earthly limits mean nothing. (come closer)

Come closer, closer.
Come closer, closer still.
They’ll never know what possessed them.
Come closer.