Storm
With the flick of a finger, I twist the winds.
With a snap, I can create lightning.
Blessed by the goddess, I can soar through the air.
I fight with an elemental anger,
Burning my way through to freedom.
I lead the fight, I lead the struggle.
My ivory colored hair flows freely,
Without limit,
Not holding back.
Donned in a black cape,
I attack with a force unrivaled.
I feel the pain of others,
I cry at night in sorrow.
I must free them,
Free them all the way nature should allow them.
Free like the wind they will become,
Like my ancestral power.
The sky is my icy domain,
The clouds my kind blanket.
To the future I look,
Bringing the force and power of a god.
Ever free,
Ever courageous,
I am fierce.