I wrote a poem.

I wrote it at 11 PM one night, after having a dream about pancakes.

But it's actually not that bad.


Crystal

Crystal pawsteps, crimson eyes
Starborne hope from wind-crossed skies
Through silver midnight and golden noon
East of the sun, west of the moon

Hunter or hunted? Fleeing from Death?
Searching for words the Dreamers have left?
Perise in flame, rise reborn
Called from the dark by Herald's horn
Waiting forever, seeking her One
In human hearts - a story begun.

Crystal pawsteps, northwind song
Seek the Wing to right the wrong
Always to run, never to die
Bring her back and the Phoenix will fly!