Empty Camps

Shadow Stalk

were you lost Scavenging

empty camps, dry as bone, quietly?

Silent storms glow remote and light the seas

in our eyes you are fright, frightening

Sheltered Hunt, will you run

to the trees?

or to the town, our stomping ground

silently?

Cabins stir. Face obscured

you watch us sleep, oh

in your eyes, we are fright, frightening

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you

I won't run from you