The gown lies torn on the bedroom floor; A suit's been stolen from the guarded armory. So pay the scribes their due and send them off - It's time to write the story of your life With the words of your own choice. The staircase built to reach the high heavens And the dungeons of hell were one and the same. Now the foundations lie cracked and shattered - It's time for the truth to come out And right the wrongs assigned at birth. The bell has been rung; the was has begun. Slay the dragon while the iron's hot. Open the gallows for a new king has come - It's time for the "damsel" to shed "her" shackled disguise. Step forth, brave knight, into the shining light. The pink sun rises on a brand new day; The sky is a brilliant blazing blue. White mountain peaks smile in the distance - It's time to hoist your flag up high And claim your true identity with pride.
A collection of short stories and poems, a window into my soul. - Zoi