The wind howled the wind moaned all through the forest The grass blew the trees shook through the night Unrelenting none were permitted rest In the final hour nature makes its plight
The moon shone casting shadows through the woods
They played they danced with the trees the branches Making faces pictures much as they could These were the last to take their chances
There a man stood standing tall and silent
He braved the wind the howls the torments He walked into the glade ready for violence His mind readying for the performance
There stood still decrepit his ancient foe
Waiting for eternity for his end As they stand silent waters start to glow Silence enters the world of these once friends