My soul howls like The Lone Wolf cries at the moon.
My heart aches as it drops below the room.
In the frozen chill, of the darkest of nights,
I’ve awoken but need a light.
as the darkness pervades, its my spirit that moves me.I sprint while I’m blind like a scene from a movie.
but my horror is not horrible.
Terrible is the unknown, but my spirit has a path.
where its going I do not know,
so I sit back, and enjoy the ride.
