Thoughts lost from men
Whispers pass here
Secrets... shadows of graves
Enjoying the silence
This grove is dipped in blood
In times of dark sacrifice
Here they can fall asleep
Dead birds in flocks
Fires in the trees
Inviting to the shadows
On the surface of a blackening spring
The picture beckons with temptations
A dark forest and an autumn moon
Receiving my thoughts
When the moment of death calls
This is where I return