Without your will , your human-shaped body has
Turned into something else , something diaphanous
Ephemeral ...... You are Smoke ....
And aye , it hurts. It's as if with the Turning of your
Flesh , your very essence is scraped away raw ,
Skin ripped from sinew , sinew torn from bones.
You want to scream but you no longer have a voice ;
No one hears....... You're alone.
There is nothing anyone can do to help.
You must Turn again , you must fight the agony ,
And Turn back to what you were before ,
Or else you're truly gone.......
But you live , dont you ? You knew what to do and you live ,
And after that ... the pain diminishes . By your third or fourth
Turn , you have control , and all you feel is searing joy .
Are We Not Magnificent ? We are Drakon !