Oh how I've wronged you, my love. It's come to another night filled with cold sweats, lucid dreams in restless sleep. And, woe is me! Woe is me, for I've defanged the only wolves that were ever on my side.

I hear her voice saying, “Leave it behind.”

I left behind every trace of a coward, and moved towards the dreams that were born of our fathers, who told us the world is only as flat as we've made it out to be.
And, when the day breaks the sun will transform us into something more than the lies that become us. And, there is nothing I need more.

Take aside. Tear apart. Conglomerate. Make new.
What is a wolf truly worth without its fangs, who's hunted down by children with sticks and crooked blades, and turned into a story, and a token for the few that it slayed before it lost the only weapons that it knew?

Oh how I've wronged you, my love. It's come to another night filled with cold sweats, lucid dreams in restless sleep.