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primordial fear
the raven high in branches above preening her wings
the lone wolf below howls in agony
under soft evergreen branches I lay
a swirling mist inside my mind
I can feel the midnight moon full of woe
I hear your words crying out in september wind
far, far away that old wind blows them back to me
the raven watches with her ebony eyes
the wolf continues his cry
here I confront my primordial fear of dying alone
~ D Donner ~
