The hunter of the night

Eyes bright and alight

The solomn song echoing in the distance

Eyes of the world turn away from existence

Pale colors flow on the endless palette

Shining claws glistening in the moons orbit

Whistling wind carries a solemn song

Played again and again and the night follows along

Light becomes day seeing the sun rise from the east

I walk out of the woods and see the world that knows the least

Darkness clouded above these people

I pulled off my reaping sickle

And reaped the dark clouds that plagued the day

As the darkness that disappeared, and peoples hearts lift the sky fills with the sun’s ray

I turn around and walk into the forest

Out of all the people that sleep, I am the one that needs the most rest