I can hear the wind
as it blows from the East.
The trees sway
left and right... more »
A cold wind blows
Another leaf of Autumn falls
It touches the ground... more »
Over grey fields and dark forests
Where the black birds sing
and the timid dear roam.... more »
I woke one night, around midnight,
To voices calling faintly;
The moon was full, and shinning bright,
So onward I walked bravely.
I grabbed my coat, so dark and old,
And touched the door's gold handle;
When again the voices, sharp and bold,
Told me to light a candle.
I stepped outside, my fire lit,
And looked up to the sky;
The midnight-air felt enchanted,
And now I was not shy.
I took a walk, through the forest so dense,
Trudging my way through the dark;
When a clearing I found, past the old border fence,
And two dead trees ...