White Wolf
B
Barry Middleton
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a ghost is moving through the trees
it only stalks at night
before the dawn it finds its prey
and none escapes its might
we build our walls to block its path
but it will find us out
and make its entry to our door
of that there is no doubt
the wolf must roam the wooded glen
beneath a frightful moon
there is no use to guard your soul
no one shall be immune
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