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Ferocious winds battled against a lone woman, draped in a black coat in the middle of Slovakia. The pitter patter of rain filled her ears, making it almost impossible to see.
Draped in forlorn, a new low
Vladimir awaited inside the warmth, scratching his soul patch beard. “Proklyatiya! It’s really coming down.”
Feel my wrath, the end is foreboding
The woman continued forward regardless, raising a single hand to cover her eyes and improve her vision. It was foggy that day, so vision was minimal.
As she cried in pain, I’m reloading
That didn’t deter Mira, regardless.
See the light on the other side
As the rain continued, it soon turned to hail; ice the size of baseballs falling and smacking into Mira’s head.
You will be found
Mira only got a few steps forward before collapsing into the snow, reaching a hand forward as pain shook her.
As all hope was lost for Mira to ever see her brother again.
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As tears streak down her face anew
Ice-turned drops of dew
All hope is lost, it’s armageddon
The White Wolf’s beckon
See the light on the other side
You will be found
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The white wolf approached, covered in snow. Camouflaged on land, Mira at a low.
’Come’ he said, ‘let me guide you home’.
So that’s what Mira did, as she became known.
That white wolf gave her grace, she chanted.
And Vladimir’s worry drew faded.
And all she had ever known, was there before her eyes.
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