The whirlpool of wind,
will make the leaves dance.
The torrents of rain,
will flushed the colors away.
Will I too transform,
as Cold takes its throne,
into a howling WOLF trapped in its dark cave of loneliness
bearing fangs and drawing claws until night comes.
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