The day being almost over
The night was chasing it away
with it's cohorts
tens of black shadows
The bears of the black woods
The lynx,quick shadow on the branches
Owls the profets of the night
The ravens, black flags
They were gathering
The games beginning
The mountains were shaken
The waters were agitated.
The shadows buried themselves
The fireflies were hideing
River withdrawing their waters
The woods closing their gates.