Meeting in the woods
Dark eyes in the darkness appear,
As slowly as moonlight they rise
They jump and roll and reappear
As I stand as a tree emerged in silence
Ghosts of wood, the mighty wrights
Have finally found you I?
Grunting and growling, like wolves in fight
Running and jumping like horses in plains
Masked beast of the night
The fear of a hunter, the bandit of highs
I humbly bid, just stay there a while.
And playtime is over and you run off again
Only marks of the claws left on the ground
Will be the testament to your scary snarl
I will always smiling remember this sound