flying wolves

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-Part One- The Fright   Tonight I am a wolf Howling at the moon   With any light souce availiable  In this enclosed sepulcher In which I could veil myself.  
O, Great Flying Wolf How glorious art thou. With wings of black and white And eyes as red as fire.   You glide through the water silently Diving down, down, down into the depths of the cold lake. 
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