Nobody kills her footsteps in the after hour...
She follows a light to the dark sky...
No stars out tonight...
Purple gloom with a scent of blue and black...
The reason she screams at the fire...
She is the wolf, one with the moon...
One with the dance around the tomb...
The nights noise joins in softly...
How the light brushes the walls of the land...
Corrupting the skies with flames, couldn't smell no better...
The shaman of the village controls the weather...
But the moonlight dance, ends never...