The man that was, but now has turned; that is I.
I am the cold wind at your back, passing by.
The icy frost that creeps under your door, that is I.
Silk and satin and soft words - they're all lies.
Agent of the blackest night, assassin; that is I.
Proud, I was, of my cold blooded kills.
The raging blizzard, wreaking havoc; that is I.
Cloaked in ice, the white wolf, from the hills.
A howl from the snowy heights, lingering; that is I.
I am the dead thing you fear to face.
Daggers of ice and eyes of fire; that is I.
Pray you do not take my place.
- K.M 2008
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