#Identity

A hearth for those of mythic heart
Fae-born, Elf-souled, from Otherworld,
Of dragons' power, angels' grace,
Chimaeric beasts of eld,
Shifting folk of fur and tail,
Spirits of the living Green,
Of shadows or celestial light,
Tribe of Danu, Aes Sidhe--

Ok so I am more of a hybred , a mix of a few animals: Fox, wolf/dog, felline. I'm not 100% sure but that is what i think i am. I saw what I used to look like in a dream so i used a base( cause i can't draw well)

Read Carefully This is Not a Joke.

So my latest "vision". I saw a huge sea-blue scaled dragon upon some sort of ledge, just like me she had white hair but hers ran down her spine and tail, she looked at me, smiling. She them seemed to talk to me but I couldnt hear her. She let out a short burst of flame and the vision faded to black. It all repeated once more before toing for good. I seem to recal and feel a sence of her being my mother

So i just experienced something amazing, ill explain what i saw. A turquoise body that smoothly transitions to a pearl blue with spine feathers that match. A white moheaken like hair, a long snout and from the side a narrow yet long face. Large wings but i couldnt get the details of his wings or tail

I am more than I seem.
To the eyes, a girl,
Small, a grin at her lips,
A flicker of playfulness in her eye.

Dark, foreboding shadows steal my sleep and nght
Leave me with an empty gnawing at first morning's light
Memories of forgotten times laying just beyond recall
Teasing my memory and sanity, hauntingly they call
Broken flashes of long ago break the sullen, silent air
Glimpses caught out of the corner of my eye, turning around, they're not there.
Long buried thoughts and memories, nightmares come to life
Burst of fear and woe and loss and grief, indecision, doubt and strife
Or are they merely senseless images? Imagination become real
Flights of boyhood fancy? Someone tell me. How do I tell?

I am not you,
I am other,
When you lay down to sleep,
I wake.
In your light of day,
Your skin can be soft,
Your eyes do not see,
Things in the dark,
Your claws do not have to be sharp,
In your light of day,
I am not there.
When I awake,
My eyes see movement within the dark,
My fur keeps me warm,
My claws are easily unsheathed,
I prowl through the world,
That you can not see,
Surrounded by grey.
At that first light of day,
I lay down to sleep,
Your body stirs,
Alive with it's weakness.
You cannot live in the dark,
I cannot fight in the light,
You are not me,
But I am of you.

Mommy,
did you hide my wings?
can I have them back?
so I can fly up high.
why can't I reach the sky?
Daddy,
why are my paws not grey?
can't we please go hunting today?
my hands can't handle this.
they won't obey
Grandpa
when you were little,
did the dragons soar?
did they whirl and dive?
why don't they come anymore?
Grandma,
have you ever seen a faerie?
or maybe a nymph in the rain?
Grandma,
I want to see my old friends again.

I wake up in the middle of the night.
Shaking i turn on my bedroom light.
Slowly i turn round and round.
I listen, but there is no sound.
Where are the trees and the grass so green.
I look around it can't be seen.
I really wonder to myself
"is this true?" "am i an elf?".
"Is this some calamity?".
I am questioning my sanity.

Surrounded on all sides
With a feeling of unease
I don't belong here
Get me out please

We Awaken!
We are Spirit Free!
We soar high up into the clouds!
We ride fierce gales into the starry vault!
We thunder beyond the heavens upon our flaming chariots!
We break up the fountains of the Deeps!
We reverberate into Infinity!
We electrify creation!
We are Spirit Free!
We Awaken!

There is no solace on Earth for us, for such as we
Who seek a hidden city we may never come to see
Only the moon, the stars, the wind and the rain
The watch-fires under the universe, then the open road again

Where have all the faeries gone?
This I cannot say
But the woods are empty now
Where once they used to play
When I walk among the trees
I listen for their song
But the glades are silent now
Where have they all gone?

A lot of these might also apply to anyone [kin or otherwise] of a general magical or pagan persuasion as well. YMMV. Look to the *s for Eshari's humble opinion of which "count" more, as they're less explicable by other things.

(to the tune of "You may be right" by Billy Joel, obviously).

(tune of 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Paul Simon)