I ride a horse
into the falling sunset.
Midnight is coming.

I ride a black horse
With my rifle in tow,
A girl with a bow
lopsided, also sits
behind me, holding on
As the bow slides off.

As shadows lurking
In the dark midnight forest,
The wolves now howl.

The wolf with its baying
Now seeks comfort
Under a burned tree,
Swaying slowly in
The gently blowing
wind. Morning comes knocking
Under the burned tree.

As shadows lurking
In the dark midnight forest,
The wolves howled.

The shadows now fade away.
The shadows burn away,
Under a morning sun.