The sun slinks low to hide
I breathe in the cold dry air
The full moon will rise
My search will take me far and wide
Carrying a silver prayer
The sun slinks low to hide
The dimming sky offers a disguise
Among the trees tall and bare
The full moon will rise
Stars will be my only guide
Leading me to his lonely lair
The sun slinks low to hide
I’ll wait for the whites in his eyes
My silver flash tearing through course hair
The full moon will rise
The woods will echo with cries
From the beast I must ensnare
The sun has slunk low to hide
The full moon will rise
I love it.
LikeLiked by 1 person