Call of the Wild

Through the mist Silver light Silent trees entice Into the night Glowing eyes Heavy breath Nothing stirs Echoing footsteps Come with me Sweetly smell Ghostly hands emerging From the veil Thorny path Epitaph Sticking needles A quiet wrath Scattered bones No one knows No one knows, no one Nobody knows Glimmering In the dark Be complacent And fall apart Not a sight Not a sound But feeling is All around Drift into Murky pools Let it go Death is for the fools In the gloom See her face Weaving loom A sordid holy place And it calls Through its teeth A hunger that never sleeps Hear it call Through its teeth A hunger that never sleeps