When the night calls.

The cry of the wolf.
Can be heard in the darkness.
Only the moon.
Gives light to the lost souls.

When the night calls.
The lost souls gather.
They call on me.
To join their endless wander.

The moon reflects in my eyes.
The wolf is near.
I know he can smell me.
Just like I can feel him.

When the night calls.
The beasts of the world.
Come alive.
And call upon the spirits of old.

The lost souls.
See them shiver.
Hear them moan.
In their missery.

When the night calls.
It all goes black.
No more life.
No more light.

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.

Poetry by Nyorioko
Read 396 times
Written on 2007-09-01 at 11:21

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