The Third Letter

The Third Letter.

Half the moon shines

Even with the clouds hoovering

'Tis a night full of howls

A name engraved on stone

To travel far from reaches,

I give no heed to thoughts

But risk the ravaging hungry wolves

The scent of rain

Fills my nose with a hint of whiff

Coursing through the wolf's vein

Thy name is all it howls.