Forest Meditation

Final frontier of empathy
Is about to be touched tonight
The Moonwolf´s fur, so snowy white
Will allow me to be set free

Shadows of centuries-old oak
Whisper gently the tales of past
Tales of fires that burned to fast
To reach their hearts most final stroke

My eyes are open wide
Cracked is the egg of time
Old elvish lullabies
Raise from the earth to skies

Although first touches of new stage
Are about to be tasted now
Songs of sacred albino crow
Will conect me with the old age