Follow the moonlit path
To seek the Book of Tales
Angel of the Mirror
Reflect the hope of life

Poor boy at the corner
Of Beech Grove’s end
Never learns to cry
Over blood-stained hands

A fragile piece of life
Lonesome in the night
Will not seek the tales
Of howling wolves’ winter

Enlighten me, all children saved
Dark seeker of truth
Forsaken hope
Fill the hollow of ignorance