It is the silence that kept me,
It is the silence that kept me, and kept me throughout the forest night.
It is the silence that held me
It is the silence that held me and kept me out of sight.
It is the being that holds me in the crypt of the silent night.
Until the full moon found me,
and the howls of the wolves caused a stir and a fright.
Was it flight or a fight that took a hold of me?
That caused me to take out my large machete.
As the sound of running fear was trying to find me.
Their loud barks and pitter patter; a hope’s melancholy.
I wondered if I should stay and face this unforeseen insanity?
Or do I hide and let the silence cover and capture me?
Or will they smell my scent? Is there enough time to flee?
Though I feel my time is spent as I hear a wolf right behind me.
It’s growl and ravenous bark gave me a fear beyond frightening.
And I decided to hide behind a tree, as the wolves start closing in.
And I decided to hide behind a tree, as the wolves start closing in. I glance at my machete, hoping when I give a spin..
these wolves are the silence and the whispers of a long, eerie night.
The sounds of the dark and mysterious that have enhanced in the sight of moonlight.
And the long, drudgery days that run so tiresome, the thought makes me sway.
Until something catches my foot, and as I fall, my panic sets in and takes way.
And I look in fear of seeing a large, malicious face.
I take a deep breath and see, it was a branch that took the wolf’s place.
As I look around in the forest, and find not a wolf in sight.
I get back on my feet and laugh, blaming the silence of the night.