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By: Eve Estelle
Harken! Pay heed to the signs!
Beware the ways on this reticent night,
For they're suppressed 'neath a tenebrous cloak;
Mind the warnings of the nocturnal beasts -
The owl who hoots from upon its branch,
Whose vision can pierce the stygian veil,
And who observes the runaway blackbird
As it flees on a tattered sail.
Down in the distant vale, can you hear it?
Lying low beneath the spreading shadow,
Whose hands this night reach far and wide -
Passing hours with the clattering of bones
And snake-eye betting,
Clinking earthen steins of gentle spirits
In the setting of a traveler's inn;
Drinks drawn from the barrels of tolerance,
These are wolves come out to hunt.