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Dusky tones from blues and umber,
Long shadows reach o'er snowy vale,
They deepen as cool sun sinks lower,
While light of day does slowly pale.

Quiet reigned throughout the valley,
'Til chilling cries of Arctic wolves,
Filled up the night with eerie howling,
Followed by the pound of hooves.

Crashing, thrashing, through the forest,
Wolves came charging lone lost deer,
Hunters chasing down their victim,
Doe eyes wide in primal fear.

The ersine creature, broke and bleeding,
Lay gasping in a deathly rattle,
The gruesome carnage soon was over,
The strong had won survival battle.

Dusky tones from blues and umber,
Long shadows reach o'er snowy vale,
They deepen as cool sun sinks lower,
While light of day does slowly pale.

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