He stood there,
Save for his shadow and a burning desire,
Shuddering as he looked out over the empty space,
Stretching out before him,
Flexing its muscles,
He knew that it would be rough on his feet,
And a test for his mind,
But standing there alone was invigorating,
And as he shed his old skin,
He smiled,
And wrapped his coat tighter,
He knew there was no turning back now,
He wouldn’t have had it any other way.