Sorrow deepens in the evening
then glides on tilted wings
Between the twisted trees
Above the trail through a woodland malice
.
.
And shadow after shadow drops from
the moonlight pouring through the forest.
The white moon and the burnt black shadows.
Shoved into sadness
.
These terrible shadows, one after another
Long wings slowly, gracefully beating
Silent, save the wind.
Silent and sad.
.