The sun slinks low to hide

I breathe in the cold dry air

The full moon will rise

My search will take me far and wide

Carrying a silver prayer

The sun slinks low to hide

The dimming sky offers a disguise

Among the trees tall and bare

The full moon will rise

Stars will be my only guide

Leading me to his lonely lair

The sun slinks low to hide

I’ll wait for the whites in his eyes

My silver flash tearing through course hair

The full moon will rise

The woods will echo with cries

From the beast I must ensnare

The sun has slunk low to hide

The full moon will rise