School Poem Contest Entry: Stories of the North

Howling, howling, howling there
Do I dream? Do I dare?
Do you hear the sounds of the woods?
Not a creature in sight but many to hear.

Was ist that I see emerging from the night?
A ghost, a beat, or something worse?

That noise I hear, cold und dark,
making everything I see strange to touch
But alas no fear befalls anyone else,
For the love of fear is too much.

As the German wind blow the trees is it really only me?
Are there shones or goblins or something mean?
Dark stories of the North never fortold of such things
But the slipping silence is bearing no stranger dreams.