Creatures unseen and unbound in the wood;
in cities covered in mists and in sky.
Screeching, swooping - are they misunderstood?
What is good and not fades in their sigh.
Is nature neutral now in their dark wood?
Can evil infect or can good defy
the limits of uncomplicated minds?
Does an attack constitute poor morals
or does a sweet song mark them kind?
It brings the heart and head to quarrel!
The monsters that may lurk behind the mist
may not be at fault for their creation
but bitterness grows and evil twists
and evil must be brought to cessation.