Hunting Eyes

It has always been there
 As far back as I am able to see
 In the childhood memories
 Like an old towery tree
 Amongst the most vast darkest forest
 Shrouding the baleful skies
 Yet hailing both the Moon and the Sun
 When the old man is long forgotten and gone
 No matter the place or time
 It never faded, never disappeared
 From house to house, age to age
 Followed every single step
 Yet evaded the curious hunting eyes
 Travelled over quarter a century
 Accompanied through all the ashen paths
 All of them joys
 All of them sorrows
 Leaving behind no victory or defeat
 Still its face stays hidden
 No names have been heard
 And I guess we never truly met
 Floating in every shadow
 Be it the dawn of a new day
 Or the heart of the deceased light
 It still remains like a silent mountain