The dead are alive with light.
They shine through the eyes of wolves,
Those running grey waves
Surrounding the drowning deer.
When the deer have been consumed,
Full wolves will lie down and dream
Of being humans,
The most terrible
Predators the world has known.
Their hides will twitch. Jaws will snap.
The deer will look through their eyes.
The deer will speak like humans.
This is the wolves' fear.
Only their eyes are alive.
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