July 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
Oh the wolves.
How they wait.
For what I cannot be sure.
What else could it be,
but for blood.
Huddled, I’ll find refuge by the fire side.
They cannot touch me here.
If worst comes to worst, I will face them.
All of them.
I will make them work for their feast.
They are circling now, around the ring of light.
I have ran out of wood, all I have is faith.
I’m still here.