I slept on a wolf’s skin. I needed that camouflage.
A sorcerer whispered in my ear spells of terror and licked my wounded lips.
Those remained dark moments in my life,
The thirst for blood, for transgressions and crimes.
The wolf dwelled inside my echo's, and in time, I devoured my knowledge.
I unveiled like a primitive beast puffing fire and ice.
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