Lord of the Night

The night is dark and cold

Outside no life

Inside destruction

Destruction of thing

Destruction of work

Destruction of hope

Fighting an uneven race

I know I will lose

Fighting the wolf


The hour of the wolf

Is now



Changing patterns by
Driving around the outskirts of the city
Were the other people live
The big roads filled with traffic jams
And hoards of cars
Finding a spot quiet here
Is so important
Here on the oldest part of
The peninsula
Deep roots share the place with the
Destructive forces of today
Without most people taking notice