The Cries Of The Wolf The cries of the wolf, Howling through the moonlit night. The sound of the hunter, Thirsty for blood. He runs through the forest, His feet bleeding from the thorns bellow. He can smell it. The trail of crimson. The sweet scent. Still he runs, the pain unbearable. Closer and closer, he has to hide. A single shot. The cries of the wolf. Howling through the moonlit night.
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