Midnight in the Woods

Shadows slumber as the sun goes down, but are revived by the moons pale presence. They creep among the trees, giving a ghostly pallor to all that they touch. They watch as Death strides along the forest floor, enveloped in his pitch black cloak. Evidently, he must visit many tonight. A bright flash of silver light above the treetops signifies that Life is also making an appearance in the woods. Foxes, owls, and all animals of the night hurry through the shadows, careful to not step in the moonlight, for the moon is not forgiving to those who cross her path. Nighttime is a place without mercy.