I feel it, you know, creeping up my spine, seeking the flesh of my back, sliding down towards my fingers.
It seeps into the interstitial fluid, washing and nourishing my every single cell.
An osmosis of potency.
You want a soupçon of hell?
I can dish it up
All opposition is swilled away
In the volcanicity of my righteous rage
Now is my time
I find my power - I claim it
Dervish I whirl, and, in spinning, I send the vortex of my virtue
To obliterate you
The foe who would rip open the delicate chrysallis to prod the developing butterfly
My embryonic beauty I will spread my mighty wings over you to shield you from the eyes of
I will settle you on my back to elevate you above the clouds until you can fly alone on enduring wings
And then I will laugh as I watch you soar and play among the heavens
And shed the cares of earth
And claim your Power