We got off the well known path. To walk down along the banks of the riverside.
When evening shadows fall upon us. The velvet night creeps into the calm sky
over taking the stars of the night, just like they have slipped away.
The moonlight shines on the water, reflecting an imagine. Through the trees I can see,
there is a person with a pen and paper. With the clouds rolling in and the winds a blowing
all through the tree tops. Sea gulls begin to above the bay. Off in the distance,
I tremble with fear as I hear a wolf howling at the full moon. Just sitting there, thinking of
what to write next.