A wolf should never find time to rest on their laurels, but this one--myself--I've had far too much time to do that. It's been such a long time since I centered myself and looked through my own eyes again--meaning, I lost myself to the ebb and flow.

...to be with you is easy...
I made mistakes, that much I'm ready to admit. How many I have made, how many people have been witness to: My god, what a fool I have been... but now? No more of these silly games. I was destined to be a man born by the sword, and by it I will stand: All cutting edge and no quarter; a protector to his wielder.

...you're good for me...
My father once told me the meaning of my name was, "Son of My Right Hand". I lament his departure from this world inside, striving instead to show it the strength I have gained through my force of will alone (through my cutting edge). Could it be that the hell I went through was more like a forge, to temper my desires? I sometimes wonder...

...so good for me...
I have always been a dreamer, born in the Piscean month in the Western Zodiac, and the Year of the Dog in the Eastern. My world is apart from others, and I find myself wishing to protect those who exist within its influence from threats generated by our own. Afterall, my father would often tell me I would be his bodyguard when I matured, and losing him has only left this protector--this "son" of one's right hand--without a wielder.

"I know you're good for me."
We will all come to a point when, someday, the choice to transform ourselves is offered. I have been given the temper to my edge, to shape myself through the eyes of the world, but it was my failure to recognize this that led me back into the fiery forge. I am imperfect, but, I--through will, alone--resolve to accept transformation, to change into the protector I was meant to become. I realize that many of the actions I have taken to save those closest to me, has been my duty since birth, to ensure they are protected. Instead of succumbing to this world's purity-depraving onslaught, I will manifest my strength through potency.

And it's just a beginning, written in a symbolic creed, likened to the tracks and marks left by a wolf on his passage through a territory of words. Bear with me as I become what I had meant to be. Now, back to your regularly scheduled mundanity. Move along now, y'hear!