"How can you hear your soul when everyone is talking?"

A feared myth

A lone survivor

A praised legend

A fierce protector

The Wind brushes her fur

The Sun kisses her paws

The Forest bows down to her

The Water polishes her claws

But the mighty Moon Goddess

The one who Knows All

Sees the truth

Behind the wall

The Wind caresses her façade

The Sun grazes her shell

The Forest worships her masquerade

The Water reflects her complexion

A glowing orb

Hangs in the sky

A dark silhouette

Stands on the cliff

Paws

Pad softly

On the reputation she created

Claws

Dig deep

Finding the emotions she hid

Howling

At the moon

Growling

At her doubts

A lone survivor

Trying to stay strong

A praised legend

Trying to play along

Thorns prickle

Paws tingle

Blood trickles

Wounds mingle

Feared but fearing

Respected yet lone

Praised but struggling

Fierce yet prone