He is the white wolf the dark tide the daimon you always want by your side He is the lone master the pirate pastor the elegant disaster Born of the wild ever beguiled defiled and exiled the devil's stepchild who doesn't know what it means to be mild But oh... when he smiles His enemies run for miles Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste sans everything But that tumultuous sting that divine ring that effervescent spring Here now, the white wolf sings X 01/25/2024 “Veni, Vidi, Vici" © Raena Exe 2024
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