I Often feel like my Soul is torn in two... I seem to adapt well to the circles of both Good and Evil and am regularly told I am a likeable fellow.
My inner-chameleon changes color like the tones of an Autumn landscape...
My eyes shift shades and mold to my mood...
My hair blends a bright blonde in Spring, and skin succumbs to the Inner-Cherokee in Summer.
My Spirit guide watches over me and awaits my call for duty as she awakens my Ancestors...
The Winter Warriors prepair for the worst and are quietly ready for War.
My Heart and Mind flutter like the wings of a Hummingbird.
My Thoughts vibrate like a violent earthquake...
The Tribes of Men judge this...