Words from the Road 4

I scoffed at the merchant and walked away,
What right did he have to judge my readiness,
For an adventure and meaning,
Beyond the safety of my front door.

So I kept on my way,
Not caring to make much hay,
About how quickly the road had become empty.
Such was the way my journey would go.

For when I found the care to look around,
I noted the sun was setting,
And glowing beast were starting to surround,
Glowing wolves made of yellow starlight and sapphire eyes.

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