Howling moon

Drawn to the Lunar light

Has always been awake in the night before

But now I sleep like a stone in the covers

And dream of silver toppars mountain

And a howling wolf as far as the eye can reach

My heart pulsates slowly

No stress or retrograde

I shall not complain

My song is supposed to be heard

Wolves of the North howling

It was not news today

And nothing new that I write this