kitzune

The wolf cries out to the moon. The sun will be setting soon. I don't know what it is... he sees in the night. His eyes they pierce a hole. Tearing right in through my soul. And then in my mind's eye... he says to me... "When the night time fills the air. There is music everywhere. But I don't know why it's sound is sweet. When the shore cries to the sea. And the moon flies over me. I don't know why it's sound is sweet.... But it's music to me." Then he ran off into the wood. And I was seeing if I could. Hear the music that plays out. In the dead of the night. When the night time fills the air. There is music everywhere.