I am from the controller from the sword to the coin. I am from the half all paled and yellow, tasting like salt, bitter and cold. I am form the blowing winds the hurricane to the calm. I'm from the dinner and its roar from the mother but not the father. I'm from the caring and isolation.

From kindness to all i see and hate to myself for their misery. I'm form my own terms, my own ground. I'm from darkness of my own hear, cold and so warm. From the dark to the gray. From the roar of the silent engine.

I am from the darkness of the heart and the light that fuels the soul. I am the knight.

I was told to write a poem about me using the original poem "Where I'm From" by George Ella Lyon and i take no credit of the similar thing between the poems but its something that kinda make me think about life and i kinda don't know what to say about it. never the less i welcome you all my early work sucks so you can read it if you want to so till the next chapter see ya.