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
ears?
the wolf that howls
the wind that whispers
How are they to see with blind
eyes?
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. ~
Shawna