In the secluded woods of the night,
A tranquil scene, a calming sight.
The moon, she hangs, a brilliant sphere,
And stars, they sparkle without fear.

The light whispers of a peaceful land,
Where dreams and fantasy go hand in hand.
A place where the soul lay still at rest,
And worries fade, forever blessed.

But what of the shadows that crept on the ground,
That came to be around, scattered and found.
The cold breeze, it pierces,...