• Misty Hallow


    The mist,

    Is slow.

    It rises in thy hallow.

    Where wolven lay,

    To rest there heads.

    A silver eye,

    Swears and see’s you.

    The mist confines you.

    It drapes over you,

    The hallow is you.

    You are the hallow.

    The wolven’s silver eye;

    Does this to you.

    It watches,

    Then you lay,

    To rest your head;

    As the wolven did too.

    Now can you guess who

    that sleeping beauty is?

    The wolven?

    The wolven is you.