Chaos Magic

I have an unyielding spirit.

I do not sway, I do not bend.

No master commands me, no rule defines me.

I slither, I slide—a chameleon,

Shapeshifting, transforming,

Embracing the ecstasy of becoming.

I have known tremendous pain—

Crushed beneath the weight of expectation,

Bruised by hands that sought to control,

Ravaged by trials too many to name.

But I climbed. Oh, I climbed.

Through anguish, I forged power,

Through scars, I shaped resilience.

I stand unbroken,

Yet fluid, agile—a mythical being

Tapped into the unknown.

Forever shifting, forever growing,

Reborn with each sunrise,

Untamed by any final form.

Death may fear me,

As I fear it,

Yet we dance, circling in endless challenge.

Wealth—I have conjured from dust,

Pulled from the barricades

With hands both honest and fierce.

I’ve secured my place, my throne, my truth.

I do not turn back.

I do not look back.

The climb is all I know.

Through anguish, I ascend.

Through suffering, I become whole.

I break free from the cycles

That seek to chain me in sameness.

I rise, over and over,

Building not just walls, but a sanctuary—

A home for my boundless soul.

For I must also tell you

Yes, I must say…

The wind bends at my will,

For I am the wind,

Shaking the earth, stirring the clouds.

I thunder as the storm does.

In this oneness with chaos,

I find solitude.

I guard it fiercely,

Knowing protection is the only constant.

Chaos magic is my essence,

I use charms to summon power

To call upon my spirits.

Through my elemental strength 

I bring creation, my destruction.

It flows from my hands,

It breathes through my veins.

Magic is who I am.

For it is

And always will

Have me at my darkest hours.