At Every Door

They fear- The wolves gather to run To hunt the herds now lost Against the horizon By the setting sun Carrion birds flock And they fear- The shadows growing long The dusk is at the door The evenfall upon So seek shelter now Soon the darkness beckons

I remember The dawn of the final event And the countless morrows that came and went before it Uncalled yet precious in every passing Yet we played along The mummers farce With every twist of plot From the start, plain for all to see You led, I follow