A sinister presence

In the northern lands of ice and snow
Lived a wizard, fair and bold
Her powers of cold, strong and slow
Were whispered 'mid the town's folk told

She felt a presence, strange and new
Following her, wherever she'd go
A watchful eye, that seemed to pursue
Her every step, with stealthy flow

In the streets of the town so bright
She'd sense the gaze, both day and night
A feeling of being watched, so tight
As if her every move, was in sight

She'd turn and see, no one in sight
Yet still the feeling, lingered tight
A mystery, that she could not fight
This feeling of being watched, so bright

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