While wondering through the mystic wood
Neath boughs and branches, alone I stood
On this lonely path, where no-one goes
The winds of change, are blowing cold
As I walk along, side by side with death
The devil himself, mocks my every step
The winds pick up and are blowing cold
As the hounds of hell, howl and moan
Yet with the darkness, I feel at home
And though I stand, alone in the gloom
With dank and dark and soulful screams
While no rays of sun, from the sky did beam
And from this pain, I'll ask no quarter
Nor avert my eyes, from all its horror
As the cold north wind, chills my very bones
I walk alone, on this path of earth and stone
So close the door, put out the light
There'll be no need, to wait up for me tonight
For here in the mystic wood, I'll stay
Alone with my pain, until the break of day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the dark and slightly macabre tone of this poem! Added to my list of favorites! A huge fan of spooky, scary, strange, ghostly and witchy! Lol.