Under the dark moonlit skies,
I sometimes roam and play,
my free roaming hunter's spirit,
is wild, dark and grey.

My eyes are like lanterns
sparkling in the darkening night,
shinning bright with such wisdom,
they're so keen, so wise ,so bright.

Through the forest so dark and deep,
where shadows dance and sway,
I  carefully stalk my unknowing prey,
with my quite stealthy, quite way.

The creaking trees, stand...