Wild One

A short poem on the wild in one's soul

I am a wild one
Never tamed

My hair flies through the air
Black as hellfire
Untamed, knotted, but free
Ready to race the circling raven

My eyes stare you down
Turn to the open land
Burn with the fire of ancestors
The challenge of my enemies
And the pride of leadership

My muscles coil
Propelling me forward
To a speed you can never obtain
Simply to feel the wind over my body
And the ground beneath my feet

I am a wild one
Try and tame me now