My Wolf, My Angel
Shiver from the cold Blue eyes, like crystals Stare at me from the woods, Frozen still, watching Shakes its head, wanders off My wolf. My guardian. My angel.
A speaker stands shivering in the cold and notices a wolf staring out from the trees. The wolf has blue eyes that glitter like crystals, and for a moment everything is still: it watches, and the speaker is watched.
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