The Baying of the Wolf

The wind was a howling wolf
Baying to the mistress of the moon
Lonely in the solitude of darkness
And the rage of its mournful tempest born.
The candle dipped upon its heavy breath
Making demons in every corner shadow
And angels in the wings of its dull flame
Trembling in the rise of whispered prayer
Midnight knocks upon the ancient wood of doors
To the curse of witches and the wrath fairy folk
And mortal men whose oaths fell into hollows
Wait uneasy for the coming of the dawn

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For Saturday Mix – Mad About Metaphor, 9 May 2020

Photo by Brett Sayles from Pexels

 

 

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