I am the twisted and tangled of things,
Rolled and unrolled from colorful skeins.
I am the master of this ship made of wings,
And I am the vessel which all of this brings.
Through my voice the wind howls and sings,
Through my eyes see the splendor of rings.
Moonlight and sunlight by any means,
I am the creator of marvelous things.
I am the master of this ship made of words;
I am the owner of these thoughts never heard.
I am the lock whose door cannot open-
I am the key which can never be broken.
Ferocity runs wild and rampant in me:
Tread with caution, ere I let it free.
My thoughts are the tangled and twisted of things,
Rolled and unrolled from bright deadly skeins.