The embers illuminated the trees above,

Swaying in a rhythmic clamor of the approaching storm.

Two roamers hearken its call,

Weary eyes rest on hungry shadows without faces.

Distant howls amplify the orchestra of night,

The roamers plunge into their slumber, spellbound by the natural atmosphere.

Worn bones entwined with the patterns of contentment,

Restful minds become the speechless audience.