I would be
A dancer in the dark,
A herald of the ark,
Some thing never known,
Some one never owned.
I have been
A crayon scribbled drawing,
A badly worded scrawling,
Beast always hunted,
Human never wanted.
I am now
What I never was before;
A lump of malachite in badly hacked out ore.
I am now
What I will be twice again;
A fluttered hand with a shattered shard of pen