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The Warg Phoenix

I’m the forgotten one, the vagabond wind wandering the land in translucent glow.

I’m the native son, the swiftly aimed arrow
in the unstrung bow of freedom.

The lone wolf, forged in an inferno of
cosmic rays, howling at the red moon unchained.

For I am the grey, the silent rage of Icarus, the symbolic macabre of karma and dismay.

And from the ashes I shall rise as the hybrid, the Warg Phoenix, the wolf upon wings, drawing my power from the Sun.