Gloomy nights do mirror the lunar rays
on silent surfaces of glowing lakes
where hidden creatures feed upon berries.
Oh the bushes rumble and leaves tumble.
From them you see hidden eyes that shine lights
so yellow,luminous that fear inspire.
A woman wanders these wild woodlands,
in search of signs and pensive reflections,
which nature shows to her practitioners.
From men she fled to remain a maiden
for her virginity she did esteem.
Her father her wish joyfully did grant,
and in forests to survive taught her how,
and for her he bent a bow as a boon,
to hunt a deer to feed upon so sweet
to sate her hunger and appetite's delight.
The moon upon her triumphs shines bright,
which is her symbol's might and empire.