The sunrise and the sunset,
swirling above the clouds in the skyline,
daughter of two warring tribes,
half blood princess,
a patchwork blanket that will never be finished.
There is conflict in my skin,
and the many mannerisms I stole from the two that built me.
going on a great adventure,
but growing impatient,
with how slowly pages turn,
and how the cycles around the sun are unpredictable.
I was once impossible,
but I am the end of war,
for the brief moments that they remember,
how happy my arrival made them.