My Old Grandmother Always Used To Say,

When Treating With Liars, Even An Honest Man Must Lie.

Something About The Howling Of A Wolf Took A Man Right Out Of His Here And Now And Left Him In A Dark Forest Of The Mind, Running Naked Before The Pack.

The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold, With A Crispness That Hinted At The End Of Summer.

The Truth Is All Around You, Plain To Behold. The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, The Day Bright And Beautiful And Full Of Hope. One Is Black, The Other White. There Is Ice And There Is Fire. Hate And Love. Bitter And Sweet. Male And Female. Pain And Pleasure. Winter And Summer. Evil And Good. Death And Life. Everywhere, Opposites.

In The End Words Are Just Wind.