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Well, here overcometh the wolves' radiance when any shade of faint light near me decides to come to an end.

Some days I believe I'm the knight in shining armor even if my silver lining won't stay the same way again.

I'm a fighter and for the record that's why my roads are the haywire and winding ones.

Ever since that night under my desecrated name of hindrance I still thought of you somehow.

The days have turned around and I've cried to the point where my stream of tears dry out, but why do you still appear in my dreams?

There far away in one of my deepest dreamscapes I discerned one of my knights protected me from harm and said "Never cave in, I'm your shield. I'm a dark transcendental shield."

But it was of course only a delusional vision coming from my head.

My knights don't exist and I have no one to protect me but I have my lords to protect.

And the inevitable days that are still counting until years ahead, flew away from me starting from the roots of my slither head.

I don't have a herd of wolves but I'm my own slither wolfpack head.

Come and defeat me, I'm not afraid of destruction and anything else in the world.

You don't know me but so don't I about you.

Old ruins reconstruct but if I don't I won't believe the same about you.

Halcyon days were years ago and the way they are now flames, I might not forget.

For we are the ones vanguarding our own world, never lose the world on our hands.

No one owns me but if I ever been owned by one means I have never really lived.

There is no end. There is no starting line.

You don't know me, you don't own me.

Birds in the cage don't sing, they holler for a helping hand.

If I ever found someone living under the role of those caged birds, I'll take their role instead and swallow my own pride.

In the end my only wolfpack are the voices of my slither head.

Don't ever die. The skies will tell you when it's time.

— The End —