Empty Vessels - Wolf People

Bleeding sky, a changing of the guard

Suddenly called to come in from the yard

Mistle thrushes are wheeling overhead

Hope the strike finds its way into the lead

The fire beetle in the bark

Carries aloft a spark

For the coming dark

I am silver and known to court the flash

Still I cower beneath the tallest ash

And if it were to split and fall

May the fire and the weight consume us all

And see the sum of my desire

Twisting in the fire

Or buried in the mire

I have been here for ten thousand years

Waiting for a storm to draw me out

In the hurricanes' minacious eye

I sit and wait

You are too old to hide

Under the table like a shivering dog

And yet I knew I’d find you here

And in a moment of light I’m revealed

As still as moss at the foot of the hill

Watching the fleet as it battles the storm

Ever set to call the vessels to the safety of the port

Always leaving them to toil a minute more