Authors: Chad Oliver
House
of
the night
House
of
the moon
Darkness walks with us
On the hunt
In
life,
in death
In
the moon-rays it is finished
In the moon-rays it is ended.
O he o-yo o-yo he o-he
O he
o-yo
o-yo he o-he o—
Mark
opened
his
eyes,
smiling
now.
Dead?
The Danequa
were
not
dead.
Tlaxcan
and
Tlaxcal
and Roqan
and
Tloron—they
were
all
a
part
of
him,
friends that
he
could
never
see
again
and
yet
friends
that would
live
forever
in
his
heart.
Here
he
belonged,
and here
he
would
stay.
But
always
a
part
of
him,
wild and
free,
would
be
with
the
friends
he
had
made
in the
dawn
of
time.
“All
right,
Uncle
Bob,”
he
said.
“I’m
ready
now.”
Doctor
Nye
smiled.
“Let’s
go,
son,”
he
said.
Together,
side
by
side,
they
walked
back
down
the moonlit
path
that
led
to
home.