At the edge of the trees,
All there is to see,
Are the dark shadows of the December moon
Stretched across the cold forest floor.
Step forth into the vast dark realm and
Listen as the wind whips through the elms,
Hear The somber melody that is sung,
A song that only the forest can sing.
Enter the great and harsh winter forest.
And stand alone, but not unseen,
For the amber moon watches from above
Casting it's light through the clouds,
To guide my soul through uncharted wood,
Through the primitive and unmanned void.
Enter this world so untouched by all
And feel the fury of the forest come to life.
Above the colorless treetops they soar,
The owls, they fight through the storm,
Scanning the floor in search of life.
For them to survive, another must die,
A victim of chance, an unlucky soul.
In the distance the cries can be heard,
The wolves set out in packs to hunt.
Tramping through the freezing storm,
Searching the land for a target to slay,
Bloodthirst driving them through the cold.
The woods seem empty, void of life,
Save for the unfortunate wanderer ahead.
Quickly the pack encircle their victim,
Swiftly surrounding and closing in.
Together they rage upon the foe,
Extinguishing the life that thrived within.
Brutal are the ways of those who dwell here
Proving how harsh the forest may be.
Victory is shared and spread through the pack,
While The creature now lies motionless and red.
But the winter is harsh for those who call it home.
But nowhere else would I rather be,
Than here among the cold and trees.
This is where my soul should be
Here I know I could finally be free.
But this picture won't last, soon it will fade
And give way to far less glorious image.
It will soon disappear far off and distant
As well the winter song will soften.
As the moon sinks slowly out of sight
I wish of the time to forever reign,
When the song of the forest Is never silent,
When the Sun never bothers to rise again.
When the storm clouds forever loome up high,
I would claim this land as my place and home
But in my heart, I know this won't remain,
This picture will never be eternal and true.
I could only dream of this time to come,
The unveiling of an epic event,
When the dawn no longer rises,
And the fury of the forest is never lost.