The spirits rose along the riverbed

            One by one

            I thought to make a dash for it

            Until I saw the gaping mouths and met

            The eyes that begged for me to stay

            To an outcast they were company

            By the fire they danced and faltered

            And I looked for signs above

            Between the passing clouds and

            Listened closely to the stream beneath

            To piece together their dismay

            I sang of mine

            They warned me mutely of the wolves

            As they withdrew, appeased,

            And I went on my way

            Ages later

            Just as I despaired of absolution

            For the lack of words

            I wrapped myself in your distrust

            And beckoned you to recognise

            The ghosts you fled