Lycanthrope

I was created to strip lungs of their breath.
To destroy the things you love and burn them to the ground.
To bring the entire galaxy to its knees and hear my name uttered in the deathly whispers of ghosts.
I was made to be a monster. A warrior. A machine. A weapon.

I was made to be everything that I am not.

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"I've stood for thousands of years and have yet to falter. But the day I met you, my legs shook."