Within the forest's trees
A call beckons to the night
For it to fall upon the land
Forcing day to relinquish its light
It calls forward the owls
And the shrews of darkness still
She comes a little closer
Always against her will
As the dust settles in his bed
And safety closes its sullen eyes
The calling of the wolf
Drowns out innocence helpless cries
Still she draws in near
With the light of strength in hand
To finally put to rest
The beast who taunts the land
....to be continued
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