Icy zephyrs slice through my cloak, a spectral wind,
Exhale of dread, shudder and hasten, tremors awaken,
Sensation of unseen gazes, pivot, yet no soul in sight.
Hehe, narrow escape, her beauty, a tantalizing treat,
morsel I yearn to savor, if you catch my drift,
smirk unfurls across my visage as I skulk and stalk,
trickle of anticipation as I admire...
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