Terza+Rima

Darkness that surrounds the soul in random occasions in the day In the day the bats cry out in the wind They call out to the others of the night time hours they call to me to talk to them of my nightmares.

i follow the call of the wolfs song into my head It calls to its babies as i answer them back I run to their voices and call to the others and stalk I stalk the night like the predator they are always.