Awakened by the sounds of wolves and hounds.
A moving presence battering walls and doors.
Such primal images, thoughts, the winds do stir.
Swirling intimate and brute through defenseless branches.
North, south, east and west within lives a beast.
Morning light hidden behind mists of rage.
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Author:
AgingWings22 (
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- Category: Nature
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