I don't remember when it happened.

It was a dark night...

Something was coming...

Not even the moon could pierce through.

The thing that came for me...

All turned black.

The voice that night...

...was the last time anyone could hear it.

Wants and Desires

What does it mean to Want?
I know what it is...
But Wants can be selfish...
...and can never come.

What does it mean to Desire?
I thought Desires were bad...
...but how would I know that...
...if I can't see them?

I want a voice...
But how do I find my way there?
It's so hazy...
...hazy and scary.

I want a voice...
...but maybe what I desire...
...is strength to face closure...
...so I can truly spread my wings and soar.

On that day, I became an adult
Life goes on with or without me
The innocent days feel so distant
That I which agree...

But am I ready to leave childhood behind?
There's a distant memory yet to recall
Of a story I want retold
One that is not so small...

Be not shackled by the burdens of the past
And live in the moment...
Maybe one day...

I won't be muzzled by torment.

Trials
The more I knew about myself
The more it terrifies me...
The one that became dragon themself
Fear would make me bend the knee.

Born of both human and dragon blessing
I adapted to these wings.
The pains left me second guessing
The greater shift has trials to bring.

What of my identity
Should I try to ascend?
Self as an entity
Is life I should not end...

Am I ready to be a living weapon?
Or is that a call I'm not ready to beckon?