Wolfing Hour  

Where upon this night I lay
Just before start of another day
I feel the morning coming near
This is the hour many men fear
The hour is now, the she wolf prowls
Looking too steal a soul away
Now, is the time when life is most fragile
And souls to the body barely cling
Waiting to see what morning will bring
Souls reach out to touch somehow
And hold each other, for but a moment now
Hour of the wolf is upon us
I am not awake and not asleep, at this hour of morning
An image brushes across my mind, with out warning,
I can’t quit see what is really there
My mind reaches out, because I care
A hand reaches out, to touch my brow
I lay alone, so I don’t know how
The face I see it now so clear, of a love
So long ago, I promised to always hold dear
I eagerly reach out for a warm embrace
But it can’t be found in this place
I walk alone in a field of green
No other place has felt more like home
Hawk, sails above my head and screams his vengeance clear
We hunt today he and I, but with his scream no game is near
My love across the field comes near, arms reaching for a warm embrace
But it can’t be found in this place
Hour of the wolf is upon us
I awake sit up and stare
My love, at the foot of the bed is there
As a wraith in the light of day, she fades away
Lips brush my cheek with a promise to return, just before another day
Hour of the wolf has left us

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