tales from the moonlit path
The Moonlit Path In a quiet village, nestled deep, Where the hills in silence sweep, Lived a man, alone and worn, With a heart that had been torn. His name was Eamon, a man of years, Who had lived through joy and countless fears, But now he wandered, lost and stray, Seeking peace to guide his way. He had once loved, with all his soul, A woman whose heart made him whole. Her name was Lila, bright and fair, With golden hair and eyes that cared. But fate, as cruel as it could be, Had taken her from him, leaving him to see, The world, as cold and full of pain, A never-ending, endless rain. Eamon walked through days and nights, In search of solace, in search of light, But the world he knew had turned to gray, And hope seemed far, so far away. One night, beneath a sky so bright, He walked the forest, guided by moonlight. The trees whispered, the winds did sigh, And stars above twinkled in the sky. His heart was heavy, his mind unclear, But the moon's soft glow...