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He stands.
Midnight black, glowing with energy.
Icy crystals stare into the blackness and beyond.
Muscle ripples, he vanishes.
Following without notice, until sure.
He kills without anger or fear.
Never to be owned,
He is the master of his fate.
He defends to the end
What he considers his.
A silent ghost with a piercing cry
Who takes what is his
And ignores what is not.
He has been there,
In the forest, on the ice.
Older than Man.
Forever watching, forever seeing.
He stands.