Beneath a darkened sky Rainfilled clouds passes slowly by, And the wind blows so cold and strong While humming its favourite Autumn song. And in the far, far East Lies the misty, darkgreen woods. No man has walked on these grounds; They belong entierly to the Gods. Along with the wind they play In the light of a tindering moon, And when the dawn slowly arrives They know it's bedtime soon... Stefan Nyberg