The Howling

Grayness filled with thunder
Lighting flashes, poring rain
The howling of the wolves
Brings an ere feeling
On the darkest of nights

Waiting for a moon that shall never rise
The wolves calls in vein as i listen
To the pouring rain

Hidden in the darkness
As lighting tears across the sky
A flicker of the lights then go out for the night

The flicking of the candle
As the wind blows in under the door
The mighty sounds of the thunder
As I listen to the storm

And still the wolves howl
On the eve of the pouring rain
And I wonder what he's feeling
For the moon that never came
As the wolves called out in vein

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