Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, stain — Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf
Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, stain — Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf
Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, stain — Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf
Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, stain — Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf
Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, stain — Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf
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Like lightning she snatched her axe, and struck him on the neck - deep - once - twice - his life-blood gushed out, staining her feet.The stars touched midnight.

— Clemence Housman, The Were-Wolf
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