Dark is the night and dreary my heart. The moon beams are splitting the shadows apart. 1966, eve of the night. A wolf howls and the mist falls slowly into the night. The sound of the running feet ring in my ears, the whispers and growls are low and sincere. Here once, there twice- and another over there. All around me- surrounding me- scaring me- lurking behind me. I'm all alone, in the night, with a wolf as a friend; and a growl to (contribute) to my own labored breathing. The eerie eyes haunt me, and the dark night surrounds me. My feet fall hot and fast on the path ahead of me. I trip over a branch in the path- they're almost beside me. What next, says my soul, and I cry out for help. The razor sharp teeth sink into my flesh. I open my mouth, but I am but a mute voice in the wilderness full of whispers and haunts. Again and again the sharp stings steal my breath. Trees loom(ing) overhead, the darkness seeps over the skies. The clouds are covering up the sky and my heart beats to the sound of the (air) whippoorwill. I fall to the ground, my blood seeps into the hard earth. They're all upon me, tearing at my flesh. They all surround me- and I wonder what's (if heaven's) next. Then a soft voice is heard calling my name- quietly, whispering through the dark trees. I'm not really conscious, but I know they've all left- the sharp stings and pains have nearly all fled. A voice whispers closely into my ear, whispering, but with power and strength. "Get up, get up my dear one. Your haunts are all gone- I've chased them away. You're free and alive- and I call you my own. Stay to this new path of light and pure love. Wolves will stalk you, but close by my side, nothing can touch you- not even a whisper from the other side." So I took His hand, and I'll never let go, for the other side is pain that once it has a hold, will never let go. So come with me to Jesus, my lover divine, my Savior and guardian, and (owner of all that is mine.)
