.Gone was the summer crowd with the piercing winds
A cabin stands alone where the woods grow thin
Sharp fangs protruding through a grin
"My Sorcha dear, please let me in?"
She could count the scars from the
Years of horrors that she suffered through
Stepping up this time she kne.
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