Midnight, moonlight in the woods does shine,
Moist soil underneath my shivering feet,
Tree trunks surround me wrapped by dry vine,
Shadows of animals that hunger for meat.
A bone-chilling breeze makes my knees twist
As the wind carries the sounds of night
And on that wind comes a strange gray mist
That challenges my power of sight
Alone in that dread forest I walk as if blind    
Uncertain what danger might lurk here
With naught but my fright troubling my mind
I stumble and wallow in my own fear.
When all of a sudden the mist mildly clears
And shows me what might be a path
At once with that sign I abandon my fears
And set upon walking with wrath
For I am a man, and none may me scare
I am of the nature ruling species
With but a slight whim any threat I impair
In the food chain I'm top and not feces.
With self-reassurance I started to walk forth
Deeper into the woods of black
Not knowing, not caring which way is the north  
In vanity and pride I didn't lack.
The winds did blow and the animals did howl
In a chorus of dark, rich harmony
The air to me whispered of deeds wild and fowl
And prayed for my vain sympathy.
The mist seemed to settle round an ancient oak
On which a gray owl was perched
And in a magical trance to me he had spoke
While in the roots a wolf had lurched.  
"Nature is much like this great and aged tree
 It was here long before you came
 It hides great wisdom, which might set you free
 But also danger, dare you speak its name
 Just like you in this forest, men stumble alone
 Ignorant, in vain they are seeking control  
 Whereas nature with wrath can make them be gone
 Yet still more will come not caring at all
 I offer you wisdom if wisely you can choose  
 Bow down before me and be repent
 But try to conquer me, and all you will lose"
And I would not listen to what he meant    
I refuse to bow down in meaningless humility
Before something lesser than myself
For I am a man of such great and regal nobility
Empowered by great regal wealth.
And with these proud thoughts I thought, at once    
The wolfs eyes did lit in a wild glare
And strait at my broad chest the creature did pounce
Like a hunters spear ripping the air.
Next, I found myself lying awake in my own bed
Covered with beads of cold sweat
While that horrid dream from my mind had fled
My sheets where still soaking wet.
Outside my bedroom window clouds gathered up high  
On this bleak winter morning they came
In ominous quantities they darkened the great sky
Shaped as a cold borderless flame
Forgetting the vision and forgetting my dream
I saddled my old trusted horse
I called on my greyhound, the one I named Brim
And packed my old rifle off course
With pride in my heart and skill in my hands
I went out fully ready on a hunt
Thus on my horse I rode out to my vast lands
To track a gazelle despite the cold front      
After but a short hour Brim picked up her scent
And I naturally followed my hound
And right there I saw her and onwards I went
After the graceful animal who lazed on the ground
I sat on my horse and I steadied my aim then I shot
In but a matter of moments she did die
But on that same instant a mighty lightning bolt
With rolling thunder pierced the sky
The horse fearfully galloped, in vain I pulled the reins
Alas I could not hold on and I fell
As my horse ran away but his memory remains            
I lay down in such pain as in hell
My blood mixed with rain and with blood of gazelle
I felt strength leaving my body  
My ears started ringing as if a mystical bell
Toll for my last hour, so bloody
I looked up at the sky and I saw a gray owl pass
Through the air, and then gone
Abandoned by Brim, my bones broke as glass
My life no longer were my own.