Loukanthropy
"Upon a lonely journey in a chill, white day, Amid unfathomed regions, as of old I fare. The hazes now are rent, and clearly I survey How hard the upward path, and still how far away, How far away is all my dreams laid bare."
"Upon a lonely journey in a chill, white day, Amid unfathomed regions, as of old I fare. The hazes now are rent, and clearly I survey How hard the upward path, and still how far away, How far away is all my dreams laid bare."