A howl was heard over the roar of the wind.
The trees were bent low and the light was dim.
I don't know what noise that was,
but the hair stood up on the back of my neck cuz
a memory was being laid like brick
a black cloaked shadow
eyes as red as fire
stood staring
when I realized the howl was me
then, a crack as loud as thunder
lightning on the floor
IBOM, WakanInyan is walking.
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