Once, we feared the hungry wolves luring at our doorsteps and in our houses.

Now, we worship the ground where the wolves walk and pave a road with dead gods.

Once, we shut the door to keep the beasts at bay.

Now, we welcome the wolf and its pack of demons,

Since, perhaps, we became beasts ourselves in these turbulent times.

We deny it, even when its bloodshot eyes glare back at us from the mirror.

Since admitting it, would snuff out the last desperate grasp on humanity we have.

Since denying it, gives us a sense what we were and what we strive to become again.

I choose to admit.

Since a wolf can survive where a human cannot.

Since a human can only be human in the face of a beast.

I am not a human anymore since I discarded the very idea of morals.

I am the wolf which hunts mortals and immortals alike.

I am the mirror in which you gaze upon your reflection.

I am the demon who uncovers your desires and sins.

And yet,

You invited me into house. You invited me to dine at your table.

You invited me, despite knowing what I am.

Since, perhaps, you know that the wolf gazes back from the mirror at you.

Since, perhaps, you search for a beast to make you human.

Since, perhaps, we are kindred of similar desires and sins.

But you seem to forget that in these times,

You should still fear the hungry wolf in your house.

Since wolves devour their kin.

But you already knew that, didn't you?