I think I know you.
Stories of fire and fallen angels,
Intermixed with teardrops,
Frozen on the edges of eyelashes.
If I do, I apologize.
I've never been good at making the right call.
If I don't...
Well then never mind.

You may think you know me,
A man with flight born of shadows,
In love with flickering flames,
And a tendancy to turn wolflike.
I tend to use my teeth only after my walls fall,
And even then I'm prone to giving priority to a rebiulding.
If you do, I apologize.
I'm not much worth knowing.
If I don't...
Re-read line 8.