The night lives in me.

The owl, the night king

Speaks to me and I answer,

“Who am I?”

The king owl answers,

“Who are you?”

I stop and think.

I am of the night.

That’s me.

I breathe in the night air

As the king owl hoots

And clicks his beak at my

Lack of understanding.

I am home in the night but

Nothing feels right. Unless

I am sitting by a roaring fire.

The night closes in as the king

Owl asks,” do you understand yet?”

“I do,” I reply. I really do.

Take comfort in the night.

Be at peace. Know I will

Be there to guide you should

You lose your way. I am the

King of Owls and I am here to

Stay. There is no losing your way,

Nor feeling like you don’t belong.

I am the King of Owls and you are

Here to teach the world there is

Light in the dark, there is peace in war.

We are all children of the night.

My fire will keep you warm.

When the sun rises, I will take my

Leave, but know that I will be back.

For the night calls me and we will

Walk the night together, learning

Mystical secrets from ancient

Forest creatures and the King of Owls, me.