Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a fading stream. Through misty valleys and forests deep, Where ancient stones their secrets keep. He hears a voice upon the wind, A melody that time has thinned— A song of love from long ago, Of parted hearts and winter snow. The pines whisper tales untold, Of courage forged in ages old. A bridge appears through foggy veil, Where destiny and fate set sail. One step forward, the past takes flight, The stars ignite the dark of nigh...
