#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,

With this, the world begins to shift,
A transformation swift and swift.
Ember Rage, the goddess awakes,
To protect her tribe, as danger breaks.

Her soul tribe calls, their voices clear,
In need of guidance, void of fear.
Protector...