Through the web of mighty spider Through the forest and its woods Doughty warrior, lucky finder Makes his way back to the roots Distant fires through the scary And mysterious nightly gloom. Quiet whispers - it's so faery To notice them in sacred brume... But only soul feels unstable: It has been broken million times. He could believe in every fable Except the one that he is wise. He only wants to find a shelter, To rest a little once an age And not to worry about welter, And to break up the cage... ...But silence doesn't give an answers, The nightly gloom surrounds him. It seems that he has no chances To find a rest outside... But he can find a rest within. Corner: www.stihi.ru/author.html?ilks Site: http://iliks.chat.ru (how do you like it?)