The Wolf
In the silence of the winter
a form flies across the snow.
In the darkness of the night
a shadow flows through the forest.
Two gleaming eyes watch a sleeping child.
Closer and closer the phantom draws
and when the child awakens
the last sight before his end
are those two gleaming eyes.
a form flies across the snow.
In the darkness of the night
a shadow flows through the forest.
Two gleaming eyes watch a sleeping child.
Closer and closer the phantom draws
and when the child awakens
the last sight before his end
are those two gleaming eyes.
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Can haz your world tour?