" I banish you to whence you came from!"
I smile, for I am not here nor there
I am the wind, the trees
The ground on which you stand
Oh, He may judge me as evil
For not only am I forced from society
For as even though you say this almost everyday
But also Heaven, Hell, and Limbo
There is no Death for me
I am ugly, conceited, and powerful
My words trick the most knowledgeable of fools
But no matter
I shall twist my stories so that all may hear
Your imagination is not here to tell you otherwise
For as long as you live
I will plague you
Do not fear
You wished this upon yourself
