Sini vs. Revolution

Lindel · 12-30-2024, 11:05 PM

Metamorphosis

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Caterpillar of June, your metamorphosis soon
Just picture early July, a butterfly from a cocoon
Mother's rise up from her womb, summer skies to flutter through
The sun defining wondrous hues of color bright-umber maroon

Tinted wings under the noon; set over your speckles love
Same pattern that courses through, the coat of the leopard cub
Though a modest cub alone conceals his pride, mother knows
Him and his brothers grow, to out-shine the sun a million times

The brightest of sons; blessed and born with a brilliant mind
The flicker of serpent toungues, and jealous reptilian eyes
Don't phase him- no he's not sized, up by their silly disguise
They try simulating his hide; true colors, chameleons hide

How they yearn to see the shine of her pure and genuine scales
Hidden more as her outside cover forms ambiguous tales
Telling Shieks she's so majestic; shown respected by the Kings
But all to see's, a soul repressed in the holds of sinewless shell

Feeling naked without her cheetah's pelt
'O little lizard, just be yourself

* * *

Wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis unfolds

* * *

There's nothing out of your reach, 'O joey koala bear
One day you'll climb up those trees, and won't need'ya momma there
Or cling along ensnared, around her belly to peak the Eucalyptus;
One of seasoned-will, to Spring until the leaves of Autumn fare

By then, I bid you fare-well; both you and chickadee too
Who can finally fiend for himself, and leave his rickety roost
Where mother taught him the ropes; showed him how to use his wings
And sail the sky's saluted seas, of an endless entity blue

Within serenity's view; the vultures, they seem surprised
They can't believe that they've seen, such a smaller being survive
In a wind dominion which thrives with low prey when predators lurk
And the tits ascended this high as voracious Emperors perch

Couldn't possibly stand a chance; wouldn't author a second glance
But he's no longer marked as prey, because his momma sparked his flame
Like the young dragon respires, when his lungs lavish with fire
Whether a rider or a kaiser, know he's gotta harness reign

Though your name, 'O little dragon, many question exists;
You can breathe life to your legend and myth

Show them the genuine hue, that construes your very scales
Shining too true to be viewed as consumed of fairy tale
Beauties you've barely dwelled; blesséd you're still a youngin'
Still yet to every swell, sense of what you're becomin'

Either they'll show you praise, blazing their wooden trumpets
Or hate your belly blaze; flame that they couldn't stomach
But never hide it, seeing 'em blinded by your brilliance
'O no- Just press'ya pride and, be reminded by chameleon;

* * *

To wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis..

Unfolds.

12-30-2024, 11:05 PM	#1
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	Sini Metamorphosis * * * Caterpillar of June, your metamorphosis soon Just picture early July, a butterfly from a cocoon Mother's rise up from her womb, summer skies to flutter through The sun defining wondrous hues of color bright-umber maroon Tinted wings under the noon; set over your speckles love Same pattern that courses through, the coat of the leopard cub Though a modest cub alone conceals his pride, mother knows Him and his brothers grow, to out-shine the sun a million times The brightest of sons; blessed and born with a brilliant mind The flicker of serpent toungues, and jealous reptilian eyes Don't phase him- no he's not sized, up by their silly disguise They try simulating his hide; true colors, chameleons hide How they yearn to see the shine of her pure and genuine scales Hidden more as her outside cover forms ambiguous tales Telling Shieks she's so majestic; shown respected by the Kings But all to see's, a soul repressed in the holds of sinewless shell Feeling naked without her cheetah's pelt 'O little lizard, just be yourself * * * Wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes 'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis unfolds * * * There's nothing out of your reach, 'O joey koala bear One day you'll climb up those trees, and won't need'ya momma there Or cling along ensnared, around her belly to peak the Eucalyptus; One of seasoned-will, to Spring until the leaves of Autumn fare By then, I bid you fare-well; both you and chickadee too Who can finally fiend for himself, and leave his rickety roost Where mother taught him the ropes; showed him how to use his wings And sail the sky's saluted seas, of an endless entity blue Within serenity's view; the vultures, they seem surprised They can't believe that they've seen, such a smaller being survive In a wind dominion which thrives with low prey when predators lurk And the tits ascended this high as voracious Emperors perch Couldn't possibly stand a chance; wouldn't author a second glance But he's no longer marked as prey, because his momma sparked his flame Like the young dragon respires, when his lungs lavish with fire Whether a rider or a kaiser, know he's gotta harness reign Though your name, 'O little dragon, many question exists; You can breathe life to your legend and myth Show them the genuine hue, that construes your very scales Shining too true to be viewed as consumed of fairy tale Beauties you've barely dwelled; blesséd you're still a youngin' Still yet to every swell, sense of what you're becomin' Either they'll show you praise, blazing their wooden trumpets Or hate your belly blaze; flame that they couldn't stomach But never hide it, seeing 'em blinded by your brilliance 'O no- Just press'ya pride and, be reminded by chameleon; * * * To wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes 'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis.. Unfolds.