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May 2014
Out of darkness.
Out of dusk.
Out of red blood
and gray fur.
I come.

From cramped cells
and shadows.
From hunger
and death.
From behind
silver bars.
I come.

From the smell
of wolf's bane.
From blurred forms
and fast blows.
From whispers of
“Your death will come.”
“This time I won.”
I come.

From sleepless nights
and lost identity.
From scars and
open wounds.
From slow healings
and fatal mistakes.
I come.

From underground
where no one knows
and all are brought.
From the sting
of blessed silver.
From never seeing
light.
I come.

From waiting,
watching.
From fear of
falling.
From old battles
and new fights.
I come.

From hopelessness
and despair.
From the frenzied
will to fight.
From hell
I come.
Based on an old character of mine.
Something Simple
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