I am water.
I glide downward in rivulets,
becoming streams
that rush together into waterfalls.
I am the memory that was and will be.
A forgotten ferocity cleverly disguised as a tear drop.
This is my power.
I am winter.
I bring the chill of death.
I tally the fruit that has spoiled.
I put to sleep the seeds of what will grow.
I am darkness. I am loneliness.
This is my purpose.
I am the Moon.
I control the lifeblood of the Earth.
I bring wisdom, peace, illumination,
as Watcher of the Night,
This is my domain.