Night Spirit
Fell despair struggling in gloom
Barely here, but under the moon
I slip and plunge through all of my dreams
To hear the words “this is self-deceit”
Once a wolf gliding with speed
Through the dead carved in sun’s streets
Until this world swiped at my mind
I was a king, and a traveller of time
With spirit spent, I now only see
The dead that scream; the loss within me
Such bitter thoughts taking love’s place
What I did with heart was now just a race
Now lonely thoughts and desperate dreams
Comprise the fear to wake from this sleep
The wolf a beast, barely in check
Until the dreams predict every death
This creature crawls, unseen in the rain
Beside a ghost that knows of his pain
The words arise, “this is self-deceit”
This wolf, in time, climbs to his feet
Through these pale, ashen-black eyes
So much has gone, so much goes by
A wolf that glides through loneliest nights
The moon, my love, granting passion and sight
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