Who Am I?

Who am I, you ask? I am the heroine of my own story...

I am the heroine of my own story

I am the rain that races swiftly through the air

The feather blown by its own wind

I am the captor of the wings

I am the key to the mystery

And the gears of time

I am the unknown traveler yonder

I am the angel flying overhead

I am the create

I am the sketch made by not pen, but by pencil

I am the lonely poet

The echo of strange words strung together

I am the silver music that doesn’t tarnish

I am the girl plotting in the corner

I am the ghostly figure from a sad tale

And the tears silently wept

I am the song whispered far into the distance 

I am the keeper of the dragon

I am the energy of the lightning 

I am the arrow shot in the center

I am the purified pool of water

I am the tree that blooms from strong will

I am the fragrance of the flower garden

I am the old sand that hides a dark past

I am the magic in a forbidden tale

I am the enchanted crystal

And the relic frozen in pure ice

I am the beautiful ruby, even when unpolished

I am the power between light and darkness

I am the twilight

Author's Note

This was a poem I made for a writing group on Zeviantart. Our introduction to the group was to write a poem entitled "Who Am I?" so we could get to know each other and each other's writing styles.

I haven't submitted anything on here in a while and I've got major writer's block, so I'm going to post a bit of old poetry because I can. I hope you like it :p

-EDIT- Just for fun, I'll be submitting this to the "Who Are You?" contest hosted by Cry Mort.