January 18 and 24, 1994.
  
  The night stars burn
  those damned eyes
  rufusing to blink
  Boring into her soul
  waiting for her to decide.
  
  The bitter wind wails at her
  Her hair tangled
  and littered with snow.
  No one can see her
  alone in a meadow
  on a high mountainside.
  
  Screaming at the chorus
  babbling in her mind,
  It screams back
  Rushing her like the waves
  of a rainy ocean shore.
  Their questions,
  their demands,
  haunting her.
  
  The blessed realm of sleep
  no longer brings her rest
  only the journeys
  she can not make
  concious of this mortal world.
  
  They need her,
  but she doesn't want them...
  only out of duty and love
  can she bear to go on.
  
  Gathering her will,
  she stands straight.
  She looks up to the moon,
  sleepy in its full bellied term,
  and lifts her voice
  in a clear single note.
  Tears unshed well in her eyes
  as she gathers her people,
  Howling the howl.