My Wolves

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Does it matter 

                           If it's war or peace

Between day and night, 

Between light and dark

Or fire and ice,

A relation that swaps

Between the sides

Each moment with a foot

In the other life?


The god damned shadow

Is integrated, all right?

Of course i embrace it

When I don't see light.


This couple, the poles, 

The two halfs of mind

Will never stay equal

Nor canceled,

They thrive

And dominate each other,

One drop - choose the side,

Blow candle, light candle,

More fuel, swing, dive,

Be good or be bad, 

Always as much as you like.


My Wolves are role playing, 

They don't even mind

Which one I feed

And which one will sleep;

They have plenty of space

And the world makes sure daily

That one will receive

Its portion to rise. 


A vessel for emotions, 

Two ghosts in one shell, 

That is how I'm playing, 

The hero and the villain

Are gentlemen, for sure

For they give in to each other

While I wander any way... 

Never too far, 

No castle awaits, 

No destiny, 

Nor certainty;

I venture on one path

Until I meet the wind 

Opposing, responding

To my direction and weight. 


I know I'm walking in circles

But that's how witches dance. 

No need to surrender, 

Because I am the forest 

And all paths are mine. 




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