SHAPESHIFT_R
Even if she hadn't picked
the form, she was happy enough
with it.
Those small feet let her sneak
into closer halls
and that bending back
arched her to new heights
And who cared if she couldn't fly:
she could reach higher, see farther
than an old witch on a broom
in the moonlight.
Though…sometimes…
she thought she might've stopped
when she saw those lines
that forever changed her face
(except she never could have
since that was her true face
after all.)