Red Howl

In a perfect rythmn

As grey smoke rises

And blackened ashes fall

In the wake of waves of fire

And gunshots gone wild

the rooster crows

his red howl

And in the morning

As we watch from a world removed

Somewhere in the distant shadows

Murmurs of prayers are heard and

the rooster crows

his red howl

Grey skies looming

As the unknown perseveres

And the waiting continues

for an answer

for a call

for a summoning

of the white dove to come

and all the while

the rooster crows

his red howl

Embers burning

Silent cries

Peaceful lies

they anticipate

they listen

the sky is quiet

And

the rooster crows

his red howl.