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Whirled by winds
bitten by rain
in empty eyes
the ache of gone-by times
a lifeless soul
an endless road
born of darkness
as one with shadows
hewn from nightfog
woven in marsh-breath
as a raven I fly
by the old oak
as a wolf I howl
in the northern wind
as a ghost I lurk
by the brook in the woods
at twilight sites
scream with anguish
