The ancients believed
that knowing someone's name
gave power over them.
Little could they imagine
how giving myself my names
gave power TO ME.
No single name could ever contain me.
One is a glittering facet that you would live for.
One is a dark devourer that you will die for.
One is a fragrant flower that you will hunt for.
One is an athletic Amazon that will hunt for YOU.
I am everything you need
but more than you can handle.
(dedicated to NaokoSmith)
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