Amulet

I like it when it's cold outside,
And the wind stirring in my lungs.
Frightened feral huntress
You are the sweetness on my tongue.

Swiftly as a white wolf priestess,
I can feel you haunt me in my blood.
I will hold your spirit broken,
Like the foes before that stood.

All I was behind the fangs and anger,
Just ground to dust carrying the weight of all I lost.
Melt me down and make me something beautiful;
An amulet to hang around your neck, and watch.