Ode to Otherkin: Ode to Otherkin

Hide the Schilling
stoke the flame
let them know what comes again.
Screeching winds,
howling Wolves,
our return was imminent.

By the darkness, through the light,
wings stretched high, tails swaying,
this day will not be forgotten.

Born under the stars, sun or moon,
all alike, yet differing too.
Our cries will be heard,
our shouts of glee.
We can no longer be ignored.

By the darkness, through the light,
wings stretched high, tails swaying,
this day will not be forgotten.

Hooves pounding, paws beating the drum,
hands bringing all together.
white and purple, green and blue,
we streak the sky, land, and water,
turning everything an amazing hue.
No longer forgotten, now forever heard,
this is the day of our reckoning.

By the darkness, through the light,
wings stretched high, tails swaying,
this day will not be forgotten.

Our time is here,
we used our chance,
bathe in the warmth of knowing.
Fly high, swim 'till you tire,
run quick across the earth that we were given.