Shadow Stalker


Red as crimson.

Black as night.

White as snow.

What do these all have in common?

Speed, faster than a cheetah.

Strength, stronger than an elephant.

Beauty, more beautiful than a prancing stallion.

Why are these alike?

A being like none you have ever seen.

He will be here soon.

You don't have a chance to escape.

There is nowhere you can go to hide.

The End

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