“The wind had risen, swirling dust,
Heat baked earth peeled in crust
Waiting for next scream to burst,
As the killer prowled to slake his lust;
But in the shadows, something stirred,
Frightened dogs in the night wailed,
Even as the full moon in sky sailed;
For the hunter now stalked the killer,
The wind gentled and now whispered light,
For no innocent would die this night”
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