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 Hunters Of The Night


They stand on the hill
So very silently,
Their eyes glow yellow
The mist around them, make them look ghostly.

Three black wolves
Standing under moon's light,
It beams through the trees
Looks like the hunters are ready to fight.

Hunters of night
Their hunger beckons to them,
Not being able to fight it
Soo they'll create mayhem.

They stalk their prey
These hunters of the night,
Stand on the hill and listen
Under the moon's light.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
July.9/2005
I got this idea from Digital Blasphemy.


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