Below The Eyes Of The Moon

There stood a bridge surrounded by deep woods

made of stone it was, but long ago it had shattered

'cause nothing lasts forever and atlast had the might

of nature won the everlasting stone

Finally the night came and the moon rose up to the

sky its pale light reflecting from a little pond that

had been formed from the daily rain that always

poured down to the forest

Suddently a wolf appeared from behind a big tree

which was a pine 'cause all the trees in the forest

were evergreen

its red eyes glowed in the dark when it stepped

on the bridge for no other reason than to cross

it and hunt food for its hungry descendants

All the sudden aroused a shadow and

cloaked the poor thing

its breath was so cold and freesing

and suddently there was no wolf at all

just the silent forest

Back in the anciet days if you travel and

arrive to this very bridge

there you will find the sorrow of a young

soldier whose death was so sudden

but still inevitable

It was his soul that caught the poor creature

and dragged it to the watery grave

His soul won´t have peace until he has fulfilled

his destiny by hunting innocent lives

in this very same place day by day