Crawling through the midnight,
Howling pierces ear,
Eyes in the moonlight,
Wires everywhere,
Prawling through the shadows,
Murmers from afar,
Dashing through the homelands
Home is still quite far
A screach owl dives towards me,
Death is in her claws,
Attacker that lurks above,
One could now forsee,
How dead I truly was
Men forget morals
We mate without a cause
Soon to be crushed
These mortal flaws
No one to protect us
The world is at loss
By Ryan Athony Gibson 1994
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