Desolation Days Poem by Samael Wolf

'What did you expect me to say '
he says to himself
no one else around,

' On this long lonesome highway'
' Theres just me, and the faint sound '
' Of wings, , , , hovering '

Checking the rearview mirror
he glances at his image
wondering what else is in store

this and every other night
has become
his marathon

Racing his shadow
toward the dawn
' I know you're there '

he says to thin air
someone is there
something can hear,

'Lets stop at the roadhouse'
'Get a beer'
It has time, it can wait

He'll come out
sooner or later
Theres no set time
for someones fate.