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Dec 2016
Can you feel it?
The cold, the grit,
Can you smell it?
The scent, my wit,
Can you taste what is near?
The blood, their fear,
Can you see what is here?
It drags, it tears,
Can you hear as it prowls?
It stalks, it howls,
Can you feel me now?  
In fear, you shall bow,
Let it take you, let engulf,
For tonight hunts the wolf

The strength of the pack,
It does not hold back,
No matter what length,
The pack is my strength,
You may run,
But before that I'd be gone,
You may hide,
But before then you'd have died,  
Fate has you picked,
A fate so wicked,
Blood on the snow,
All will know,
You breathe no more, runt,
For you fall to the hunt
Nathan Crow
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