Howling on the wind,
the settlers shiver at the sound.
The great hunters of the woods
gather on this moonlit night.
The elder wolves know the ritual,
passed down through the ages
from one pack leader to the next,
scouring the frozen forest for prey.
The settlers seek comfort
in preemptive solutions
and set out with spear and flame
to drive their monsters out.
They come for the pack that night
but the wolves melt into the trees,
shades as old as the winter chill
and man's eternal, abstract foe.
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