She is a Changeling
Born is She to Shift
Torn away from lasting molds
She lives a life~
Unspoken, Untold.

I could not bear to waste away Her Magnificence if as like trash~
She is a Whirling Dervish, a Spirit Blessed of the highest Caste.

A Hurricane in the Breeze,
a Resurrection, my Reverie.
Bless her Soul, She has Suffered Well, her Legacy, only Time will Tell.

Her Secrets though I dare not proclaim, won't be for naught, Shall She Rise to Reign, it is only through Her that our Truths are revealed, I bow in Awe, in Prayer I Kneel, my Faith She will Test, my Heart She shall Heal.

                Born is She~the One.

Daughter of Fire, no longer shall be concealed.

                     It is She~the One.

          ~*the Seventh of the Seven Seals.

Blue, it's clean and simple. Isn't it just a facade. Hiding away the mystery and secrets that it hides within.

The ones who look so simple are often the most complex, just look at the ocean and sky above.

I no longer feel alone
For when my feet are submerged in the ocean
I feel the pulse of millions of beings
As I expel a breath from my lungs
I know it will be inhaled by someone like me
Someone who once felt alone
And has now shared life with a stranger.

The morn casts a shadow on my mind
this twilight day of dark clouds
I mourn everything lying dead behind.

Seems nothing was done right
what was for me missed my sight
built blindly castles of sand
dreamed harvest on fallow land.

When it came to paying a price
chose way out with compromise
not asking the purpose was made this soul
the intended task of its earthly role.

As I lament all the wasted years
clouds disperse the sky clears
whispers a voice from my inhaled breath
being alive is enough rest is myth.

I use a lot of commas because my thoughts never end, they never have a finish point to them they just bleed and bleed into each other, like ******* shooters all sharing needles, **** all my thoughts probably have aids