Crisp fresh cool air
The spring forest breathes
Lost spirits roaming free
An old gypsy caravan haunts
The darkened woods of time forgotten
Holding shadows of dark dreams
Flashes of what has been

Curses still linger
Cast by a young witch disrupted
And long passed on…

In haste a charmed mistress spoke
Compelling words, love was lost
Behind her magical eyes, all her pain
Lingers within the forest of her birth…

In the night her presence is stronger
The wolf's eyes glow in passion red
Such dread I sense when I draw near
And greet the ghosts of yesteryear...