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