Wolfghosts

In darkness, the fear holds
In the quiet, it seems as if fierce ghosts
Eye living flesh with cold malevolence.

The cold march of time is deception
Epochs die, but their ghosts still remain.

So it is with those who knew these mountains
Long before men knew the world.

They knew every wind within their souls
Long before men first spoke the words for theirs.

In the darkness, the fear holds
In the quiet, the fear holds,
As if the forest still belongs to them
As if the mountains still glow
With the shine of their eyes.

Their stories still hold in these times of men
And the fears they gave know not an end
Their presence still known in the hearts of men.

The night reminds those who never knew
This fear of who ruled these mountains so long ago
Darkness brings a terrifying fantasy in the minds of men
They startle, as if being rushed by dark forms
With eyes afire is immanent.