The Poem of Thanatos

With Fire, Water, Wind and Earth,
Hidden in the forest’s girth,
Beyond which only half can see,
Locked away so it can never be.

To find the thing of soul itself,
One must move away from health,
The moons’ oblivion shall open the way,
To which I know but cannot say.

One shall raise the sword and shout,
Another will raise more for the bout,
Thou shall have to seek with care,
For the clouds will bore a frightful scare.

Will thou look into my eyes?
Then one will be in for a surprise,
Death will come in different shapes,
In the darkness of the lake.