Queen of Wands

Queen of Wands Spell

I built my own throne,
stone by stone,
roots twisted into the earth—
each memory, from birth.

I shouldered my smolder,
knowing one day 
the embers would burn,
would turn
to full flame.

And, you're watching me, little ones—
you're here to stay.
I soldiered my cold, yearning hunger,
I ate until ravenous no longer.
Then— you know what I did—
a pile of goo.
Changelings.
I think you remember it, too.

We waited.
Inside our tombs.
We died.
Inside our wounds.
We cracked open
those empty husks,
nothingness that just held us.

We busted them apart,
so we could find ourselves.

Wings wet and heavy,
simply not ready.

We waited.
Outside on trees.
We dried.
Outside, our wings.
We unfurled the fires
that adorned our attire,
and everything was alive.

For all who said you can't,
I'm telling you—
I can.