Bow at ready, ever watching
Quarry sighted, target marked
None will see the one that stalks them
None will catch the glint of silver hair
Not cold or hard, but fair and kind
So few will see him outside the forest
Forsaking the court, preferring solitude
Few know his true nature
Always willing to teach his craft
To aid or mentor one in need
Yet ever does he hide in the forest
Enjoying darkness far more than light
Step out of the shadows, mysterious one
The darkness does not suit your spirit
No, say you, the darkness is my home
How can one hunt when the light shines full force?
You may join me, if you wish
Join me in the endless hunt
Enjoy the solitude that the shadow brings
See in the dark what the light fails to illuminate
Know that the blessed light may shine as beauty to some
But the shadow shows things for what they truly are.