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Poetry Corner   Cry of the Wolf Mordecai Llylfandyr     Alone I hunt   Alone I kill And I lie in wait. Coming for you inexorably am I, In my slow and steady gait.

Alone I hunt   Alone I kill Your blood shouts into my being. Quickly, quickly now, I sense your frenzied fleeing.

Alone I hunt   Alone I kill Every fiber of me wanting. I can sense you tiring now, Your fear of me is daunting.

Alone you run   Alone you die I am catching up now. I can smell your sweat and fear, Beading o'er your brow.

Alone you scream  Alone you die As my teeth tear into your skin. Another scent, another prey, The hunt begins again.      HOME