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An ancient lust courses through my veins, A blood thirsty monster Feared and misunderstood by all. A kill The boiling red drops from the fangs like rain, Killing A profession not a hobby, In hell this beast shall roam For hatred and depression is all their emotions, The animal tears at the doors once there but divided A shrill heard in the night For the pack howls at the new blood found creating a new born wolf ready to kill as the rest have. Family, a sanctuary and protectors or new blood The pack stays together Once a wolf always a wolf Again under the face of the full moon Howls are let out in joyous tone.

Darkness: clouds the mind of many befriending those foolish enough to trust it falling towards the dark path. darkness. sought to be evil but rather a path of expression of truth and feeling, a path not always of depression but rather excitement for the unknown and thrill.

light: a source from the divine whose brother is sought of evil. prayers entered to the light. saviors of those in need, but also a path for the enlightened and brave, crusaders of light hath but one foe, the darkest nights . returning each night is a praise to god for those who have stayed upon the light. but the darkness is still full of temptations of the mind and body

air: a force of great gentleness fuels fire impishly plays with earth and causes the moods of water, a force that causes great ponderous for millions past who looked to the skies for flight. to those who harnessed its true power for forces of good but also forces of evil

earth, Gaia a mother of the land, a source of home beauty, for all we see combines into earth, dark, light, fire, water, air, all collide in an eruption of green and  brown peace from our mother and our home

    fire, a source of great misunderstanding, a source of birth and death , build and destruction, Vulcans forge burns through all man, with great power comes great beauty and even greater consequences . warmth and light key essentials to pierce the evils of the cold darkness of the night aiding man on his path of life.

Water . a source of great power yet peace. Calm, Steady,  Blue and vast Welcoming all into her open arms heed warnings for calm blues turn to grey stormy gales, from the skies above a maelstrom erupts taking all those who abuse her calm beauty into her watery halls to be remembered only by time itself.