The Lone Wolf
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January 23, 2022
He was adrift, afraid, and alone,
Without the cold, he would have been skinned to bone
He grew stronger as he got old,
Everything he touched turned cold
He had a heart of stone,
He was destined to rule the cold zone
Ice daemons are in his prayers,
But all he ever wanted was warmth and care
Breezeing through every battle outside,
Yet struggling on the inside
Warmth is all he ever wanted,
But alas, he is fated
After all, he is merely an actor, playing his part,
Turing all this coldness into warm art
For he is on his jack,
Trying to build his pack!
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