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It's cold so very cold even though the summers sun lights up the sky I do not feel its warmth, why do I leave no steeps, as I walk through the mud?.
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A wolf looks around her as her eyes adjust to the light she looks around as if just awakened from a trance unable to find out where she stands,
she sees other wolves and calls out to them but they don't hear her the young wolf moves closer to the huddled group, as one stands up and walks right through her, a chill runs down her spine as she reads the stone,
Here Lies
Procellae Magister(Hurricane Master)
Stolen by man, taken away the hateful hands
a young soul lost in the cruel dark world,
Hope and faith broken chains take a young soul away
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a wolf that lost all hope and faith but was renewed at deaths gate, sadly help came to late,
now alone she will wait till time is gone, as its hands stole her away so young,
lonely it is in the land of gone away from all love away from the pack the ones that watched, hope and faith can only ever make due but when dark comes the man in the robe with his sycthe waits for you.
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Winter 
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Blizzard Moon: 
