I can Breathe you in Aflame from within Though the cold does bite, only out of spite, And as the wheel of time spins Becomes the icy Lycanthrope Gnawing-- nipping at my skin I forget fully, my misanthrope In favor of a love so Crisp, An Autumnal whirlwind On swirling wisps, Will Take me away, oh, Joyous day werewolf winter A blissful transformation Comes This Way |
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