She was born to be different, to be wild and rebel.
She was born to create magic, to remove the f*cking veil.
With broken wings, she soars.
Through a tattered heart, she roars.
Raised by wolves, she’s suffered the whole.
Yet rises everyday, and prays to her soul.
She’s the shadow dancer, shape shifter, and cunning dream weaver.
She’s the innocence, the wanderer, the truth serum and siever.
In her pocket, there’s an army of iridescent love.
In her hair, 10,000 feathers, and one silver dove.
She’s leading this epic battle, this last good fight.
She’s the one who’ll take us home, from darkness to light.
From waning to life.
To your magic!
With love & support,