Under a darkening moon
Pale moods and nagging anxieties linger
And the wolf howls for its own.
Oddities malign me between my ears, and
Legions of devils push against the fence
Under a darkening moon.
What can I do if ravens
Flutter and squawk at my ailing mind, while
Pale moods and nagging anxieties linger?
Words spill forth, meaning nothing,
While foxes cower in their dens,
And the wolf howls for its own.
Meaningless
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Written in Grey 