Since the first of hours
of childhood an thereon
In all my views and pond'rings
I have felt alone
Beauty I had savored
in other sights than all
and a twisted grandeur
I've seen in things that fall
I always found fulfillment
being on my own
and in my plays and passions
I hit my distinct tone
From their source of delights
Peasce I never found
But from deep within me
my true self was unbound
Enter the wolf
So cold
so lone
so Blind
so Bright
Sprawling was my anger
being chained to their
notions uniform and
ambitions so austere
But that wrath transcended
to a thing divine
Creations and catharsis
and Pride! - they were all mine
Pride! - alike the peacock
i felt it to the core
From every cell and marrow
it's results did outpour
Like the bird's adornment
the wheel magnificent
it had manifested
in beauty of no end
Now spread thy wheel...

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