I am a wolf,
running wild through the forest,
my instincts guide me
beyond the woods,
into the untamed unknown.

I am an eagle,
spreading my wings wide,
flying above the storm,
leaving nightmares far behind.

I am a storm,
with a chaotic beauty,
lightning, thunder, fire—
I am life itself.

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I Am the Storm

A quiet altar of warmth and promise,
where flesh learns the language of becoming.
I name it not in hunger, but reverence—
the beginning even endings kneel before.