. . .Night Wind. . .

Death of the hard shell,

rebirth of the fire.

Rejoice oh my soul,

in the night's desire.

Passion so great

for the freedom abound,

all worries and troubles

thrown out.

Eyes will never see what

 they cannot see,

mind reading unallowed

thus so hides the true me.

Boundaries and barriers

shattered forever,

some will respect and

other detest my transformation,

but will I conform to their ways?

Never.

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