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The Lone Stranger
SW (25/05/1991 / Cheshire)

The Lone Stranger

Poem By Steffi Webster

It is an icy mist that clouds the night
A bird takes off in silent flight
An ice shard cracks as a hunter appears
Her coat the colour of frosted tears
A hunter, predator, mortal ghost
Her gaze the thing we fear the most
The wolf, the stealthy lone stranger
But her eyes not her howl speak of danger

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