The arches bend, the teacups break
Just who the hell are you?
As mist pours from below her hip huggers
Directing the audience to it’s source
So damn sure, so damn keen
The mark of a bloody wolf like you’ve never seen
I rub the back of my neck nostalgically
The wounds still sting a little from our time
Cherry picking the Adonis herd sulking at the back
The kind bred to be her perfect surrogate
To see the sequel in full force is a strange thing
I was once an equal, now I’m just small time
Do you stalk the lands for another challenger?
Or are you content squishing underlings with your heel?
Either way it’s clear the spectacle will take place
In another dimension to mine

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