Which are thee?

I walk around on this cold wet evening

Like a zombie in limbo

Eyes gray and dark, mind listless

No body notices, the bug I caught

I am hot like coal

Feverish spams rock my body

Nervous muscular twitches

All hidden by my long dark overcoat

The patience that I have had

The torment that I have gone through

All for what I ask

Why should I still hold on

Like a vampire driven insane by thirst

A werewolf baying for flesh at full moon

A pirannah feeding frenzy at the scent of blood

Gollum searching for his precious ring

Will you be able to quench this fire?

Calm this storm?

Stop this tornado?

Plug this volcano?

Are you the ice to cool the heat?

Or the wind fanning the flames?

Are you the rock the blunts the blade?

Or the scissors that cuts the paper?

Which one are thee?

Savior or Tormentor?

Knight or Villan?

Evil witch or wise Druid?