5...Peace And Release Poem by Johan Fourie

...this night, another night, some night, at dusk when the wolves gather as they always do
...and join the circle stealthily, familiar with the oness of those in the ring

...and the leader calls my soul in wordless dialogue
...again to take up position as his shadow, to give him presense with substace in the moonlight

...I will take up the call, secumb with bared teeth and salvia glistering chin
....to run with the wolves, scavenging hunters in the frost as come the moon

...often I desert the pack in the darkness of early darkest part the night, when the Leader sleeps
...and I sniff the imprints, all remaining, the place once a man sat mortal in a circle

...a howl reverberates accross the infinity of seas of lost souls
...as my soul remembers a hunger for love and too belong, a miniscle moment once present and close

...this night, another night, some night, at dusk when the wolves gather as they always do
...will I resist the temptation to cross away from the shearing blade pruning the rose