Excerpt from "Myth of Myself", Chapter 1 "Midnight"

Midnight
One day
Rolling wolves in confines of night
Escaping day
Come out and play
Come out and play
Play with lives of the stray

Gnawing old bones
Bled rocks roll down hills of yesterday
Waiting for the moon
Too soon for blood
Hunting for right thing to say
Howl anyway
For what good will it do to run
Faster than the sun
They find you in night
Blind spots in sight
Gathering lost
Of October winds
Blown through skin
An echo running fast
Come out and play
Come out and play
Hungry ghosts
Nipping heels yelping with delight
For they feast heavy and ride tonight
Here’s one temptation for the lonely heart
Beautiful sun
Come out and play
Come out and play

Your house is on fire
Come out and play

(c) 2012 Andy Cook