I am the dog that howls at your door, these endless nights. So many gone, so little done. You locked away these secrets and now you cannot find them, so many secrets, so few were told.
Have you grown old behind this door. I watched the moon restless and full of mystery cross the painted sky, so many nights, all gone by. The owl has not come, hope still lingers for rebels, liars and whores.
Cry for me, sing that song so pure and let the night drink your misery. Let the wolves hear your tune and spread it through the hills. Let the dying the living and the dead hear your voice.
I am the dog that howls at your door. Come brother hasten to your destiny. The owl has not come yet. So many nights have gone by.
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A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.