Chapter 21 - Claws

One scary truth under the stars

No more than shadows, under the dark

More like burnt trees within the old cabins

One old fellow that lives only for the moon

Not for the bright sky

Only for fire

The dog can become dark within the leaves

The smell like maybe some of us are broken

But some of us are better at hiding

Smoke, on a open moon

You were once blind with the dark wolves

Like your feelings were once one another, black and gone.