Thirty-three have to be honest,
I was expecting something different to meet me.
White tigers and lions to begin with. Had this image.
In my mind, they would find me. Walking out of the blue.
Sitting in front of me docile as a kitten, really. Testing.
Waiting to see; would I run or would I rest and be?
They didn’t realize I’d been waiting my whole life,
wrestling dark things, ancestry. Curses that fed from me.
Tore those lions and bears to pieces, ate them raw;
Let them become me, so I could see them with clarity.
Never again will these use me as a food source.
When I say dark things I’m not playing. I mean;
Beings who would bring one of ten to their knees.
Only close enough to death to taste it… and feast.
Cover down, around, and out. Chasing away fear and doubt.
Running after shadows because secrets harbor the enemy’s ships.
Went quiet… Dark and light can’t coexist. yeah, okay, I’m living proof of it.
I went dark, lost my mind over the range, so strange, the reality strikes me.
Enlightened, suddenly I see, the light becomes me, and now, it’s all I eat.