WICKED WILLS

The wolves are out, Baying in the shadows, Fetid breath fowling air, Drool dribbling in the darkness. The wolves are out, Growling gratuitously, Muzzle sniffing movement, Fangs feverish for flesh. The wolves are out, Their scent; steaming, Their eyes; searching For substance to satisfy. The wolves are out, Their panting petrifying, Prowling on poised paws […]

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