Hey everyone! I wanted to do this one, so I did, funny how that works. So yeah, again, drop a review and send in requests! This poem is about me trying to explain how Lysandra feels when shifting. Enjoy!
Where The Wild Things Roam
It washed over me, the freedom of the shift singing in my blood
No longer was I caged or chained to a body
No
Now I was soaring higher,
swimming deeper,
and roaming farther
I was free, and raw, and everything that they
tried to stop me from being
Adarlan had kept me from this feeling
I had been stopped from bathing in the glory of my bloodright
No one could stop me now
I roared, a thing of primal beauty
Of unchecked savagery
No one understood how it felt
No one understood the feeling it could give
The majesty it reaped from the trees of creation
Those years as a whore in the corrupted empire
I would have killed a man for this power back, for this magic
Now though
Now I would raze a kingdom to the ground to keep this from being stolen again
I would burn them all
The children
The women
Everyone would be collateral in my fight to stay free
I became one with the wind, flying far over the heads
Of our troupe
Specks among the waves
Two golden heads
One silver to match
A black haired prince
The rest were unimportant
Pieces of creation that did not matter to me
Not as this
Not when I could overpower them all
I shifted again
Now I swam to the depths of the ocean
All parted before me
I was life triumphant
I was death incarnate
I was unstoppable, no longer able to be kept
I roared again
Beautiful, primal, savage, wild, powerful, majestic, masterful
Free
