You will turn into a horrid caterpillar so to be the most magnificent butterfly,
Your flower will bloom only once to free the most terrifying but addictive scent of all time,
Your roots will grow deeper and branch frequently under the ground,
And you will be blessed with knowledge no one has ever been told about.
You will be the first human to gain pair of silver gray wings,
You will learn how to breathe in the queendom of slippery marines,
You are reduced to grass so you would thrive the hottest fire,
And you are given a fragile heart of ice so only to be melted by blue light.
Your name will be cursed by folks travailing its storms,
But worry shall not for it won't define your world,
Your future depends on how you will live after you survive,
You will be evil to discern what is good in human heart.
Your green leaves will turn yellow,
Then slowly fall off from the tree,
But the wind will carry them
Up to the endless sea.
You will bear one of the deadliest poison
To defeat your greatest enemy,
But you are the necessary fruit
To cure your greatest ally.
- Rupar Qazeiur Kija