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Ghost
 



Cold Pale blue eyes pierce the night
A cunning hunter he stands alone
White as new Snow in pale moon lite
In the blink of an eye he's moved on
A Ghost in the night a spiritual sight
Dancing with shadows till dawn
Each step calculated quick and light
In a flash like a whisper he's gone
He breaks the night to the moon he cites
His eerie ghostly yawn

DWhitehorse


Wolves Challenge

By crazy_horse

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Wolves Again (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Wolves Again (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Wolves Again (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Wolves Again (challenge has been closed)


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