Therianthrope

The time has come to disclose
my true form: a hybridization of gnarled
claws, morpho butterfly wings, pointy antlers,
slippery tendrils, and a glassy soul.
For too long I have hidden behind the veneer
of human docility. For too long I have lurked in
the shadows of the contemporary world. For too
long I have cried and ululated for acceptance
and redemption. The time has come to unveil
the sepia fur that hides under the diaphanous
blanket of pigment. The time has come for true
satiation. The time has come for my ornate being to
transmogrify into its most flagrant and innate form,
a form of forms, an ecosystem within but one body.
As I unveil my hybrid form of wild sentience to you,
I ask you not to run or adhere to stubborn attitudes
of scorn or fright. I ask only for a chance to display
myself on the stage of the dying world.
I ask you to use the eyes of your lambent soul.