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Submerged in the blackened light

I feel my form become the night

Without reprieve, a shape takes form

Molded rage and chaos storm

Ungodly pain, the body contorts

An insane and awesome force

Fur and blood smears the soil

Hungry rage begins to boil

Without warning, my sight turns red

I begin to howl a chorus of dread

I’ve felt myself strip away

And in its place, a coat of gray

Howling wolves

Bloody snow

Beasts of old

Unholy death

Lust and rage

Eternal cold