Nowhere Folktale
It's an experience like this:
I wake from soft, warm fur,
finding myself in a forest devoid of humans,
where creatures seem from centuries past.
A land where roaring lions and spiritual elves live.
A land that hides gems and mysterious patterns.
They echo what I say.
They echo within me.
Who was I in a past life?
The queen who led the lions and settled in the forest?
The messenger painting stories on walls and ceilings?
Or the witch divining fate with colorful stones?
I believe I lived in the past,
and carry on the power of those tales.