Inspiration

It calls me from the depths of darkness

Beckons me with a white hand

Motioning in the dank abyss

I crawl forward hoping

Watching the silent illusion

It calls to me in the night hours

Awakens inside my mortal shell

A hope

Calls forth the creative fountain to spring forth

To devour all hatred and loss

To transform it in to soul

A spirit guides my hand as it writes

Prods my mind to listen

To the sweet calling

Of the white wolf