Beneath the Pale Moonlight

Beneath the pale moonlight,
his shadow disappeared out in the lurking woods a few miles from here.

He ventured out towards the mainland, 
only to never make it back or so I had thought.

For I could've sworn that I made him out to be at his own funeral, a couple of years ago,
from a distance,
behind a tree,
before vanishing once again.

Nonetheless, years have passed since then and never have I laid eyes on him again,
but a few days ago I did discover his music box from years ago again underneath that same bridge,
beneath the pale moonlight.