I am in death. I am in birth.
I make you feel bold and daring.
I make you feel weak and fragile.
At best I am gentle as the breeze.
At worst I am violent as a storm.
I am intangible and misunderstood.
I take many forms, but known in them all.
I see your darkest depths, I see your highest hopes.
When you dream, you dream with me.
Because I am your power. I am red and chaotic.
Capable of a touch to drive one mad.
You might never understand me, but without me
You will find you lack.