Here we are in the depths of the forest
The Frost and dew collection coexist
Everything is shrouded in mist
Only the tops of the trees green-dcuro
Chilled sprout skyward
Intricate branches to form figures
That take shape in my mind
A few cobwebs wet show
Paths never crossed
Wet and cold
Everything is shrouded in mist
Pale colors and hair type
Nature resigned the massacre
The stones are silent, animals and all forms of life breathe timidly
Looking for a shelter that does not exist
The ritual around the campfire is now finished
The apocalypse is beginning
The Warriors are ready
To take part in the final battle