Beneath the dark and cloudy sky
there comes a time to do or die
so screw the grave and give the lie
to the fear that lives in the hills.
This be the curse that is laid on me:
to be in the place that I need to be
to loose my hold and go falling free
like the wild wolf after its will.
[With apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson: http://bartleby.com/103/15.html]