The coyotes mourn
Scattered through the endless dark
My ears washed out
By their ghoulish serenade
Coiling for safety
Beneath my quivering skin

My comforting shade of stars
Retreat far
From the haze of blaring light
Leaving the void morbid and blank
Hollow and treacherous
Bestowing its horror and panic

For each magnified sound
I dive further into myself
Saturated with fear
And towering illusions

The scowl of shadows
Breed the terrors of former years
Nights burdened by childhood peril
Have laid siege
Upon hours of transient rest

The shambles of refuge
I’ve found beneath the dark
Are but mere heaps
Of weightless powder
Mindlessly ground

And so
I shed the shelter of fortitude
Before the curse
Of the great and deafening howl