More wolves here.
They prowl, they move.
Light the fire.
Illuminate the unapparent.
Protect what’s left.
Snow covered wood.
Bleached white air.
Little falling disasters.
Oh helpless feelings.
Night skies full of mystery.
Falling stars.
I’m no longer wishing.
Howling distant, but ever present.
Pale moon rise.
Wash me in the river.
To sanctify the heart.
This winters twilight slumber softly.
Amongst the peril of the night.