Derelict-Herds

Tragedy it seemed   Brought me into the night      Awakened by tender serenade   Arisen to search the fog     A voice in the distance     Echoing through the mist   Black portrait of a forest     Cloaked in death's white quilt Wayward path beneath the leaves   Veiled in somber curtains   Timberland dreams shrouded in moonlight Succumbed to seasonal bane   In the midst of silence     The wind carried my name   I peered past wilted branches   It was her She was dressed in candlelight   Her feet in ashes     Her lips tried to form words   But her face fell in her hands   And she wept I called out h