Deep in the dark
whispers flow
the animals grow restless
they cry out
welcome home
a hidden power is back
back from the grave
walking among the shadows
moonlight glinting off long, curly hair
mist flowing along its path
the sound of singing starts
soft and soothing
mother night lifts the song upon the air
she is calling
Calling…
Awsome write, It's nice to have ya back. look forward to more...
yours in darkness
M