The logs creak at night
\nwhether wind or cold or heat or
\nscaling invaders
\nwe cannot tell
\na wolf moons in the distance
\nhe worships at night
\nand sometimes
\nI fall to my knees on the cold floor
\nclasp my hands on the
\nthought that I might die
\nand I too worship the moon
\nany god that will bring me through
\nto another day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The logs creak at night whether wind or cold or heat or scaling invaders we cannot tell a wolf moons in the distance he worships at night and sometimes I fall to my knees on the cold floor clasp my … Continue reading