Under the veil of night,
I slip through the shadow and light.
Searching for what I don't know
But out into shadow I must go
To lurk in the mist of the moore
To heal the souls deepest sore
Not certain it even exists
A cure for cruelest of myths
A path to define
This motion of mine
A meaning or truth
To follow through
Is it only a laughing shadow
Or is there meaning somehow?
(c) 2004 Beth Havens