Whispers in the Woods

Mournful on the trail, silent and still

Carrying memories in the hush of the woods

A hunt for the deer, a story untold

Echoes in the shadows, stories of old

In the whispering trees I stand alone

Seeking the silence, stalking the unknown

With my gun, my companion in the fight

Guardian of stories, through day and night

Oh, the woods hold secrets deep

In my heart, the vigil I keep

Echoes of footsteps in the fallen leaves

Haunted by what the silence conceives

I am Mournful and this is my Gun

Chasing the shadow, chasing the sun

On the glorious hunt for the deer

Lost in the woods, yet drawing near

Lost in the melancholy wind

Seeking the dawn, the hunt within

Spirit of the forest, hear my plea

Mournful in my soul, wild and free

With memories in my shadow, I silently run

The hunt continues, till the day is done

Holding on to stories, shadows spun

I am Mournful, and this is my gun