Stark

Howl from the deep.
All tremble like sheep.
What are these calls?
Ringing from within the vast lost halls.

Wind down these corridors filled with naught but webs.
Creepy crawlies skitter across every surface.
I know this place by reputation and that it was stained by death.
What I do not know is if ghouls will haunt my head.
But still I risk madness!

Creaks and groans call out from somewhere close by.
Are they manifestations or real, I can’t decide.
Either way I push forward further into these depths.
Banishing not so successfully the thoughts inside my head.
Will this be my tomb!

Seeing a light ahead I feel my chest tighten as I breathe.
Dancing with a gentle motion I approach real slow.
Heartbeat in my ears I fear every soundscape flow.
But when I reach the candle light there is nothing to fear.
Instead a wolf pup sits shivering until I draw near.
These moans were not some spectre returning to curse the living.
They were from this young one lost and seeking something.
Where its mother could have been I simply do not know.
But when I knelt beside the pup it leapt to me with a welcome crow.
From then on I had a friend always by my side.
Stark was and always has been a companion for life.
And those once feared halls now have been redeemed.
Proof that the past does not decide what’s yet to be.