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The Call of Nightfall
The night was dark and filled with pillage,
Said the elders of the village.
All of the children were kept indoors.
When night came, parents locked their doors.
Stuck inside without a choice,
The children were left with no voice.
One boy wanted to see the night,
So, he snuck out without a light.
He saw nothing strange or baiting,
But there was something waiting.
Right as the boy started to head back,
A voice made his body go slack.
It filled the air in a quiet way,
And it compelled him to stay.
Almost in a trance-like state,
He followed it, like it was his fate.
The voice beckoned him to the wood,
He never questioned if he should.
In the heart of the wild,
The moon shone bright on the child.
A starlit white wolf stood alone,
On a rock as if on a throne.
The trembling boy was in shock,
All he was able to do was gawk.
The radiant creature smiled at him,
It’s expression was quite prim.
Suddenly the wolf was bathed in light,
Once the boy could see, he saw a sight.
The wolf was now a beautiful girl,
Whose white gown shone like a pearl.
She had in her hair stars that shone bright,
And to the young boy, she was a sight.
The girl said,“You have a choice, boy.
Return and remain the village toy.
Follow me and your past becomes dim.
But choose quickly for time is slim.”
What a difficult choice to make,
With so many things at stake.
He’d never forget what he had seen,
But what would his place in life mean?
To return, he would always be locked,
And the forest forever be blocked.
With one more glance back at his town,
He told her without a frown.
“Let us go,” and they began to glow.
Years later from that fateful day,
A young girl wandered away.
She found two wolves side by side,
One white, one black, heads high with pride.
In the dark, the stars shone in their fur,
And the girl felt her heart stir.
The black one smiled at the child,
Her excitement was running wild.
Once he was a boy spirited away,
But he wasn’t the first led astray.
Because every now and then,
A child runs from their den
To be stolen by the night,
Leaving all behind without a fight.
If they’d stayed, life would’ve been contained.
But instead they chose freedom unchained.
Maybe deep within us all,
We wish for the call of nightfall.
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