The One

She is innocent.
But how are they to know?
of the ones she’s taken?
of the blood she’s shed,
and the fear she’s brought?
How are they to hear with deaf
the wolf that howls
the wind that whispers
How are they to see with blind
the coldness that consumes
the darkness within
They do not know the shadow
of the moon.
Nor do they hear the secrets
of the cliff,
or the wave.
She is alone
The wolf
The child
The shadow
The soul. ~


By Clouded Silver

What the hell am I suppose to say about myself? No one knows me...I barely know me. But feel free to talk to me alone; it just seems awkward trying to talk to myself...not that I don't do it already.