My sister was born fifteen years ago
When I killed her.
She was my daughter.
What did I know of druids then?
Kill her and the sun would be reborn.
And it was.
And I led my life as the sun,
Glowed brightly in lonely glory.
Man.
Yes, a man for having slain the girl-child within.

She found me last Saturday morning.
She seemed so cool.
     This part of me! Cool!
In her stylish black boots,
Light denim jeans, tight white t and vest.
I love my sister me.
I bet she has bright, green eyes and curly brown hair.
And guys would drool,
     If they could see her.
But she is me,
A precious part of my Self
Returning.