[Simple]

I heard her words calling, beckoning, dreams and visions of impending doom.

Laughter and smiles, cries and shouts-

Is that truly where we are heading?

A destiny written in stone,

colorful eyes akin to a curse,

yet I was drowning within a shroud of my own design.

It was the brilliance of his majesty,

the beckoning of my lady,

the duty bespoke within my dreams.

It led me to you.

No longer will I hide, no longer will I fear.

My heritage will no longer be a curse, but a blessing.

Freedom is mine, forevermore, henceforth.