THE NIGHT
The night's chilling foldsHold many secrets from you and I
Mist moves almost imperceptibly
through the trees
My name whispers upon the wind
Sitting quietly I listen
Rustles in the dry leaves
Signals his approach
Quietly he comes
Careful to approach from behind
Never have i seen him
Forever have i wanted to
Demon lover
My comfort
Wolf Nomad 1-29-10
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