Do you hear the wolves?
They call me.
Whispers in my ear that summon to an abyss,
‘You cannot stop the shadow’ they say,
‘With every sunset we will return,’
Return to what I wonder?
All that remains is a wasteland,
Where once meadows bloomed,
Death resides,
Carving his name into the very bones.
Do you hear the wolves?
I howl.
I fall blindly into shadow and smile,
‘You cannot stop the light’ I say,
‘It burns brighter in darkness,’
But what darkness remains?
For now I burn,
Brighter than the blazing heart of a star,
Flame engulfs all,
I reside here now,
Carving my name into the world.
By E.R Besford
