THE STORM
The beast within
Prowls restlessly through my veins
I calmly wait
Enclosed in shadow
Vibrations ripple across
The humid Night air
A storm is brewing
But not a storm of Nature
For the Night is clear
This storm is unnatural
Evil in nature
I await the coming storm
I have known it before
HE is coming
Destruction in his wake
WOLF NOMAD
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