Writer's Mind - December 19, 2010
Lithe like a cat
she flips and dives
to depths beyond
what eyes do claim to see
For the world she is part of
grants her immeasurable strength
incompatible skills
and eternal power
over her own every-things
As monarch of her plains
As conquerer of her evils
As graceful dancer of her wants
She rules her Moon;
of ever-expanding boundaries
of everlasting wonders
of ever-spiraling thoughts
of her infinity of imaginings
-Lady Stormparade