Beaten, scarred down to the bone
To the wolves I have been thrown
Laid out, broken on the ice
Jaws around me like a vice
Teeth are tearing through the skin
A searing pain from deep within
Flowing blood, it freezes fast
To the wolves I have been cast
I thrash about just to survive
My heart is pumping, still alive
Through my veins, a crimson rush
A feral scream, and then a hush
Upon the ice, I’m now alone
I pull my broken body home
I should have died on frozen plain
But to survive, embraced the pain
I became what I abhor
A wolf I am, a sheep no more
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