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Down from the north
During the five moons
Of winter
The Windigo roams
Followed by thunder
Wind and snow
Searching for man
To satisfy his never ending
Cravings for human flesh
Woe to the wanderers
And hunters
Who cross his path
They will never return
To there loved ones
And home
Windigo still roams
As the spirit of excess
And will capture anyone
Preoccupied in
Work or play
And to continue to crave
And be unsatisfied forever

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