I am writing a love poem to myself,
For I have none to do it for me,
And would ask for none in any case.

But I am a goddess of movement.
I am flame and fire,
Sinew and muscle that cannot be severed
Because I am destruction,
Decay,
Desire,
That can hurt
But oh, I use to it heal.

The floating beauty I adore
I capture to fly about in a glorious waltz
Or glide through a lovely foxtrot.

And yet I am not a one-trick-pony.
For when I need to,
Or want to,
My movements exude sex.
For I am fast and wild and wicked good.

Then there is the nerf war.
Oh, I feel so alive.
I am strong
I am silent
I am fury and I am glory.
I may be defeated but never without honor,
Never out without a bang.

I am a goddess of movement.
I do not walk.
I dance lineally.
I want to fly and so I dance.
I'm too damn hot
And I'm the way God made me.