write a poem about the above person's avatar

[DragonHerder]

Shadow of a man
Aura of a changling cat
Backlit by the sun

[bloodmoonwolf]

one a top another
one below the other
eyes of ruby red
frills of iron scale
claws as fishing hooks
clasp into each other
stand as a tower
all together

[Vampirewolf2212]

The forests whisper unto thee secrets
The Moon our Mother and teacher
The darkness, a playground of joy
Where struggles and happiness gather
And affection from another delightedly accepted.
The woods a home from harm
Filled with comfort and safety
We are the children of the night
The wolves of our kingdom
Where we shall dance and sing
Howling sorrow and auspicious to Mother Moon.

[Arkangelis]

Unholy light dances in predatory eyes,
a trigger to the hard, quick thump of my heart
the timeless drum beat to a dance of predator and prey
fight or flight, either one useless
there is no surviving the killing moon tonight

[Sparktail]

Snow flitting to the ground
millions of tiny birds landing
on long orange hair
held up by gloved hands
and the smile of a scarred face
in a world
of grays
and blues.

[Pinkielolly]

The phoenix cries,
Arise, arise!
His flaming eyes
on body crimson red
arise from a sea of sand.
And he laughs to think
of piles of ash
that blow away
in the wind.
The desert, he says,
will stay.
And with it, so will I.

[CaioLugia]

I set the world on fire
and they judge me as a vandal.
They set our freedom on fire
and yet they are the justice keepers.
But they are nothing else than a men,
men just like me.
But they lack courage.
They lack courage to turn against those
whom hold their lifes as puppets.
But here I stand.
Against all odds. I and my people
will fight for what we've been ever fightin for.
Freedom.

[Arkangelis]

Regal beast, royal, untouchable
no taste for petty human realms
crimson-crowned and sharp blue eyes
piercing the watcher like nothing
what is a man to a hunter

[Pinkielolly]

Snowflakes laugh and flit about tiger hair,
orange, tinged with black, and ruffled in the cold;
it frames a pale face, as does a lion's mane;
and indeed, this lion, brave and proud,
has fallen under the hunter's spell-
for even the most beast-like warrior cannot resist
the gentle caress of warm hands on a wintry day.

[Iliad]

Our freedom has flown its course and sailed away;
replaced by mechanical lenses to stay --

-- but to cage all us like this, who are they?
None but the hunters, the shooters of the prey.

Rise up, the people, and take it all back;
steal from rich and powerful, begin your counterattack --

You are free.