The Wolf and the Hallows
©12-DEC-18, Olan L. Smith
An aching sound splits a heart, a pierced veil is broken,
Rendered asunder. In the hallows shouts the wolf, alone in
The darkness. You caged me once, but never will you
Capture another mended soul. Run, or face the rage of night
Unfurled, a darkness distant is from the sun, it's not dispelled,
It's the dimness of regret, it's a time of unparalleled grief.
Dub-DUB, another moment's gone and isn't recaptured.
Are you there? You who turns the universe inside-out.
Do you find joy in destruction of hearts, of love, of healing
Of release? Come closer to the hallows, my sanctuary
That I may devour you. You think it wise to venture my way.
You are a fool if you do! I will strike you down, heed
My howl, nothing crosses me and sees
Another moment, for I am the reckoning of all things evil.
Enjoy your time out of your realm,
I am the keeper of what is dear, I come for you, theft.
Photo taken by my father, Walter W. Smith, all rights reserved.
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