Branches swept aside Prepare to override And hasten past the trees As Sorrow's growth entwines me Conceiving to my cost My bearings I lost. Inscrutably pale, wondrous wood Fraught with woes... The glade... through lonely trees the wind moans Romance in days of old The house... on a wooden roof the moss grows And as I head into the wintry gale Deeply inhaling the waves of frost That have travelled far Through countless forests I taste the sudden inroad Relish the wooden smell of witchcraft At the mountainside I frown... The harvest moon shines upon the early frost Trees shed leaves in the piercing cold Groan for an ancient moonrise Knowing that these cryptic Wounds heal slowly Scars hurt horribly I revel in endless regrets... Seems to be hard to save his light From the odious day... Theft! My hollow throne purloined Do I wander the forest to learn?