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Dec 2016
The night is frozen
ice beams shot at array
in all directions
from an unidentifiable
source, she is hunting
She is always hunting
She is always hungry

Me, in my own deprived
state have heard her call,
so heedless as I venture
to the field as willing
prey, She is hungry
She is always hungry
She is always hunting

I only wish
I knew what to say
In response
To the howl
Of the wolf

The hunger sated stomach
full as darkness fills
our uncompleted days
from an unidentifiable
source, she is hunting
She is always hunting
I bleed

I only wish
I can be so unforgiven
As my offer
From the gods
Unto the wolf
Torin
Written by
Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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   Glass, RK and Sisilia
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