MITTERNACHT
MITTERNACHT
Mitternacht, the wolves do howl, one here inside me
"one in here " said the owl.
Who, or woo I couldnt make sense of the fowl
yet he taunted me like Poe's raven, as the wind began to howl,
Howl, howling wind, I hear the cries of the black haired beast,
the fur of white tips and brown in between like a peacock feather,
Zombie eyes to beam right through this ever so fear of unknown future if in minutes I start to transform, in pain growling pain of bones popping,
It seems as
