In Mist Shrouded - The 3rd and the Mortal

She lies awake in the silent night

With her mind wide open

She fears what shall appear

As she stares into The Dark

Beyond these tall majestic trees

Her feel know where to trend

She recognize the mass-covered stones

Knows each curve of The Path

She tries to catch The Dreams

But they fade away

She knows they will return

Come Evening