Choices of the heartful

My master has given me
a strange little choice
sitting before me
is a map, and four stones.

Oh maybe the stone of fire will do,
turning my body to flame.
mayhaps that is the route for me,
seeking to become the hottest fire out.

Perhaps I should choose the stone of lightning,
be faster than the eye,
I could race the land, and never tire
just for my master's command.

Maybe the aquatic power,
would be more to my likes,
swim as vapor all day,
and never need to see the light of day.

Or if dark's my choice I can wait till tonight
and play with my partner then
grow the rings of the wise
and fade into night
never being seen again.

To be seen for miles
and read those around
that may yet be my choice.
play too much in the sun
and purple I go,
singing at the rising sun.

The grassy plains though
might be the thing
to relax this bristly fur.
whistling grassy songs
and swinging leafy wings.

Yet the ice may be
the freezing chill
that just may cool my veins,
making me the icy king
of all the ice wind plains.

Pausing,

and thinking,

of all my options.

I sit down and contemplate.

Extending forth my right paw,

to the dark moon symbol,

to be set free by the moon.


I am Eevee.