Empty Camps - Cemeteries

Shadow stalk, were you lost

Scavenging empty camps, dry as bone, quietly?

Silent storms glow remote and light the seas

In our eyes, you are frightening

Sheltered hunt, will you run to the tress?

Or to the town, our stomping ground silently?

Cabins stir face obscured, you watch us sleep

In your eyes, we are frightening

I won’t run from you…