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Any time I saw the Sun,
I thought of my Master.

The luminous glows
Took me back to a time
When He bathed me, fed me,
And let me drink from a new fountain.

But then came the sunset.

The wailing in darkness,
Gnashing of teeth and bones—
The fury of bloodlust
Scorching
My last remnants of reason.

And then I was alone—
Another wolf guilty
Of fitting the family tree.

Now I stand at the threshold—

With a warm hand,
The Sun paves the way,
Yet I stay with the pack.

I choose the wolf.

After all, it’s what I am—
And what I’m supposed to be.