It's the hour of the wolf,
A twilight space,
Between the night endured,
And the dawn coming.
Here I awaken from my troubled bed,
Panting, out of breath
Away from my nightmares.
Still in the comfort of my sheets,
I glanced to the window beside,
No light, darkness remains,
The sun not yet alive,
Once out of sleep,
Hard to fall back to one,
So watch the blackness of my room,
Eerily enveloping my sight,
Yet I calm in my soul,
I waited for the dawn,
An hour long.
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