Serene hum of the native land. The landscape, vast & cold. I don’t know if I should be there

Or here but the song feels like home. Dreams of floral crowns, princesses of chosen ones,

Prophecy. But I’m so scared to leave whom I’m dependent on. He is all I know. Scream and

Cry. The drumbeat fills, swarming thoughts. Consume my kin. Sledge the elder ones. A high

Life awaits. They celebrate a weakened one. Inner doubt. Downtrodden. Unifies the sun.

Pageantry, a foreign tongue. Crown me. Sing for May, feel the change. Feel the energy,

Release me. I want to feel one with the family that now I’ve become a part of. They chose the one. He burns, rejoice in my rebirth.