In the darkness of night
The moon overhead,
A fire burning
Licking at the dark.
A wolf’s howl is heard
And the wind joins in
Whistling and howling in harmony
The sleeping figure wakes up
Startled
He stares at the fire
Remembering
Wondering
A tear forms at the corner of his eye
And he joins the wolf and the wind
A primal howl
The fierceness of it
Echoing through his memories
Intense as the hunger
At the pit of his belly
And his tears drip down
Splashing the ground with moisture
His fury releasing to the darkness
The ashes of the blaze
Sticking to his face
His gaze wonders to the moon
The gloomy light reminds him
He howls again
The wind has been howling with him
His screams echo over the vast lands
The tears keep dripping
Alkir Saja
The name will never be forgotten
Alkir Saja will forever be at the back of his mind
Dripping disgust into him
Little
By
Little.
He falls back
The fury
Has been blown by the wind
Darkness.
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