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A winter's night
On a cold chilly winter's eve,
I watch the sun set oe'r the forest's eaves.
All goes dark and bats whiz by,
Loud and clear is heard the hunting owl's hoot.
A pale orange light appears in the east,
I watch the moon rise, rise above the earth.
He is waxed to the full, his light fills the sky.
Fair Ithil, as he rises, casts a silver light.
I watch the lone barn owl fly oe'r his face,
I breathe in the scent of the flowers,
The scent borne by the whispering breeze.
All the while he rises higher, a light in the night,
casting a ghostly light, clear and bright,
The night breeze picks up speed; faster,
Faster anon it moves; off in search of pastures new,
The light in the night waxes and wanes,
As clouds scud across the moon.
As I rise to head back home, I hear a sound,
It chills the marrow and freezes the blood.
Far off it sounds anew, periliously fair.
The wolves howl far off as I rise for home.
I go to bed...the howls still ringing in my ears...
"The day was yours; the night is ours,
Watch your step unwary creatures, and know,
Know that we are the lords almighty,
Lords of the jungle in the night......"