Through the moor she whistles,
heartless intent disrupts the night.
Windows rattle, trees sway,
cries echo in the deserts.
Screams rise from the ocean,
a moonlit stride brings a chill.
Creating a breeze, her presence haunting,
restless in her journey.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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