Five of 30.
Wind through it’s hair
Moving through the silk curtain
of darkness.
Silence reigns
it hunts.
Piercing howl to warn them off.
Claws marking trees.
With it death stalks.
Claim within territory.
The beast is here
but within yourself.
You can’t resist.
Death stalks within you.
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