Outside my window
Are the same shade as the night,
I turn to the north and howl.
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So a while back I posted a poem called "For The West" and said that it was supposed to be part of a cycle about the four cardinal directions, and that I was too lazy to write the rest. As it turns out, I had written a second one and lost it. This is the second one.
