The Guardian

No one's left in the silent house of one.
Just my shallow breathing, just my lonely song.
For there's a house in the middle of the woods,
With a family of none.

The only thing i have left are petty things,
No people, no love ones.
I have no one to laugh with, and no one to love.

But i have a secret guardian,

A wolf of the night, guardian of the lore.