Silent doth the withered leaf fall
Answering the winter's waking call
With its brethren, it leaves its home
For isn't dying better than being alone?

The stars descend from the sky
Streaming starlight as they die
Beauty they display with their last breath
For even the stars succumb to death

The ancient man stares at the sky
He has known it his entire life
Now, as he draws closer to his end
He wonders if the sky will remember him

Tick Tock,
Tick Tock,
Time roams free
It will not stop

Tick Tock,
Tick Tock,
the minutes rush by
like a startled flock

Tick Tock,
Tick Tock,
will it not flow
if there is no clock?

Silence,
yet time has not stopped

Sparrow, sparrow of the woods
can you sing that ancient tune
the one you sang so long ago
for the sprite of the ever-grove

You saw her sitting in her tree
an old an ancient elder-green
you sang to her, soft and sweet
In order to steal her heart

But the sprite, course and mean
spurned your love, hated your glee
you, still young, knew not what to do
so you continued your sparrow tune

The sprite, now angered, she did screech
"Go little sparrow, just leave me be!"
You, never listening, carried your tune
not only for love, but out of hope too

On and on you did sing
Not just for one, but two long days
It was beautiful, your lengthy tune
but the sprite was still unmoved

Eventually you flew away
hope and love, time took away
now you sing such a sad tune
can't you sing the one I knew

The one which spoke of hope and love
Soft and gentle, like a dove
The one that dried tears,
drove aways fears
The one I knew when I was young

Sparrow, sparrow of the woods
can you sing that ancient tune
the one you sang so long ago
for the sprite of the ever-grove

It has the form of a black beast,
a bringer of darkness and night.
It is covered in stolen fleece
and its presence brings conflict and strife.

It is a constant wanderer.
Its origin is unknown.
May mercy find the sufferer
who comes upon this horrid foe.

It is a conniving trickster.
It has never fought a fair fight.
Its intentions are sinister
and it has a great fear of light.

So be wary of the shadows,
for that is where it is found.
And listen, for its cries echoes
and sounds similar to a hound's.

I feel it within me
Paralyzing and freezing
This pain in my heart
Changing light into dark

What is this pain which I feel?
Causing damage which will not heal
Numbing my soul from inside
Till myself I cannot find

It leaves little of myself left
It will not be long till I am bereft
This emptiness that will be left
I believe it is called, loneliness.

why does the sun refuse to shine
why does the moon not glow
is this some kind of terrible sign
is that why the light doesn't show


why is the sky turning red
why is the ocean gone
is the earth almost dead
is there going to be another dawn


is it finally done now
has everything been reaped
i do not hear another sound
is everything asleep

Oh hear the song of the birds
Oh what a delightful noise
The lyrics have such wonderful words
And tell of beautiful joys

The tales they tell
Are full of wonder
Some speak of heroes and of spells
While others speak of honor

But one thing about the birds
you must never forget
If you sing a cheerful song
Then you will never fret

last night i had a dream
about a forest without end
it was covered in sunbeams
and full of possible friends

there there was no sorrow
or fear, or pain
there i could trot to and fro
and everything is humane

but with much grief
i eventually awoke
and i wept at how brief,
was my visit to the oaks
and the other trees

deep in the forest there is a meadow. tonight it is bathed in the light of a full moon. out of the shade of the trees a pure white wolf appears, its snow white pelt gleams in the moonlight. all is quiet. everything listens. the wolf lets out a howl. at first it is tuneless but soon it takes on a melody unheard for thousands of years. in the middle of the howl a second wolf appears. this wolf is pitch black and bigger than the other. the black wolf now begins to howl and both of the melodies intertwine creating a song so beautiful that even the bird's hymns could not compare. now the song comes to a end and the two wolves approach each other and sniff. now they return to the forest once again shadows in the night.