A Freakish Rhyme

it matters not my soul was born
with gills and fur
and crooked horns
and feathered wings
and insect eyes
to look beyond
life's muted skies

she loved me then
and loves me yet
though this cold world
i'll never get
she sees beyond
my stranger's face
and holds me
in this safest space

the howls of wolves
may echo clear
and danger lurk
and bleak despair
to hound the odd
and freakish soul
and keep it weary
frayed and cold
but fires here
burn warm and bright
and let me love
love's kindest light