then I walk in unlighted fields
as lightning strikes
in the boundless emptiness
perceiving a silhouette in the distance
and the howling of wolves
lingering in my ears endlessly
desires, fears from deep inside
flames from a fiery slough
granting aims for the mind anew
carrying winds from a different world
describing foreign figures
creating unknown measures
searing the hell within
evoking the unseen
I feel the blood running on my lips
and sparks leaving the sharpness of the blade
feel the hunger gripping your soul
the thirst scorching your body
images of fear so distant
bleak and non-existent
tearing out screams with claws
the beast strangling the spirit
forcing to sound the howls
the hand of insanity crawls
the fire silently cracking
giving its final flares
not a glance back as I leave
deaf to the cries I remain
