I like it when it's cold outside, 
And the wind stirring in my lungs. 
Frightened feral huntress 
You are the sweetness on my tongue. 
Swiftly as a white wolf priestess, 
I can feel you haunt me in my blood. 
I will hold your spirit broken, 
Like the foes before that stood. 
All I was behind the fangs and anger, 
Just ground to dust carrying the weight of all I lost. 
Melt me down and make me something beautiful; 
An amulet to hang around your neck, and watch.
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from REALMS, released December 18, 2015