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Nov 2013
I am a Wolf that hunts in the night.
But with my Goddess gone, I have lost my hunter's sight.
The “She” I sing to on moonlit nights,
Has not been seen; it has not been bright.

That light that guides, the light I follow,
Has not graced this poor Wolf's sight.
“She” is gone, “She” is missed,
Covered thoroughly by this world's mist.
Written by
Brenden Kalnins
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