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the morning light shines over the darkened night,
the squinting bright adds colour to his sight,
hunted and covered hair of blood and gore,
wounded in the leg being very sore,
the wolf limps as the sun touches his skin,
feeling it penetrate deep within,
a new light glows as she arrives,
watching from her place to make sure he survives,
the morning angel touches his blood covered hair,
lifting him up to give him the best of care,
healing his wound as he smiles with love,
looking down at him the same from above,
an arrow fires from a hunter behind,
stabbing deep for her heart to find,
death takes her in this mortal world,
as the wolfs long nails gripped and curled,
turning around as the hunter loads his bow,
the wolf attacks him with a hard blow,
knocking the hunter down hard on the ground,
the wolf now howls for her with a crying sound.