One Last Light

As the darkness begins to fall I can hear the whispering call of the wind. Calling out my name again and again. Maybe it is just messing with my brain. But as it grows darker the wind begins to howl. As though it is now screaming out my name. Every night seems to be the same. What is it that makes the night cry out my name? Is this someones idea of a game? Perhaps it is something more, Does death call out in the night? Leaving you to look for one last light?