• The night came,
    Sending away the day before
    As the Ballad of the wind
    Softly plays thought the trees.
    A lone wolf sings in the distance,
    an owl softly adds a beat
    like that of drums.
    A deathly streak fills the air
    then the silence of a sould
    dancing away
    from its fleshy prison,
    as once again
    day comes and another
    will live their last
    only to find the peace
    of eternal night