His lantern waned
as he ran along the mossy shore
The wolves gained ground
and the chilling wind smothered it
But a lighthouse beamed in the black
and grew nearer
The canines snarled
their hot breath like white smoke
He stumbled as they loped
His cries stifled by the frothing sea
No one knew he was there
save the pack
He surrendered
and his eyes opened
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