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