Deathly howls & Squeeky wheels.



  • In the dead of Night Howls are heard from the woodland paths, to rake against the city walls

    The Morning comes, the howling do stop, and all but wheels be heard.

    Riding atop a wagon heavy, Elves and men with bounty plenty.

    A fearsome beast, captured snoring, for all to see this fateful morning

    //Written with permission from puffy.


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