The Calling
Up again
at 3am.
I swear that I could hear them
scuffling by.
I strain my eye.
Now I hear the wolfen cry.
Time to go.
I rise and... lo!
Summer mist has turned to snow.
Look again.
It's 4am.
I slumber sweetly in wolven's den.
Up again
at 3am.
I swear that I could hear them
scuffling by.
I strain my eye.
Now I hear the wolfen cry.
Time to go.
I rise and... lo!
Summer mist has turned to snow.
Look again.
It's 4am.
I slumber sweetly in wolven's den.