The Wolf Of Crescent


In the midst of all the chaos

Here I am, one part brave and three-part fool

Climbing up through the valley of edges

Hiding from the ghosts, the burst of tears

Like the light, I travel swift and fast

For there is no time, destiny awaits at last

I am in a hurry, on a journey to the end

Drifting from this cold wind, the wolf of crescent.

© An Empty Glass, 2015

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