"Feather, Fang, Teeth and tail"
Do you wish to fly far, little one?
In the depths of nights with glittering stars overhead;
will you leave all that fills you with dread?
will you claim your future as your own?
Marks carved across your skin,
in ink and glittering magical pens.
Tattoos of sigils from times of old,
some to make you change, some to make you bold.
Did you hold up the world, little one,
as it all came crashing down?
Did those sharp teeth you bear with glittering grins
tear your path to freedom again?
Iron coating snarling jaw,
monster frozen, yearning to unthaw.
Is that what your father told you, my dear?
when he crafted you into a being to fear?
Atlas of sharpened claws and growling teeth,
Can you ever hide what you're meant to be?
Will your Armor ever make you tough,
or will that mask never be enough?
Worthy was not a word your own hands should have written,
but a response to everything, no matter who you've bitten.
Atlas, Armor, are you flying far and free?
Or are you still chained by what sigils say you'll be?