Meta-Genesis

I dreamt I walked as a panther,

Sinuous, black and sleek.

Content in my dark dominion 

To leave legacies to the meek.

I imagined I soared as an eagle,

Aloft in a cold, cruel sky;

Ambivilent to all existence,

As the world below blurred by.

I envisioned myself an Arctic wolf 

With a heart as cold as ice,

Yet, a soul made warm by the vistas 

Of my polar paradise.

 I, then, saw myself as a serpent,

Which, on its belly, did writhe and crawl,

Devoid of compassion, pity or guilt,

And, this pleased me most of all.