To all you hunters of the night,
You who have borne the sun and moon and all the earth’s dusty fears, I feel tonight the need to love and hold you. If you are tired and weary, let me cradle your burdens awhile as you gently piece yourselves together. We humble beasts forgetting our own minds and howling lonesome could join if only for a few words and we’d be well again.
Until next that angry void threatens to overpower you, and again then I shall be there, open handed, to share your burden.
But for tonight, let me help you.