Grey, pale essence is falling to pieces in front of my

eyes

The majestic trees uncovering their bodies

Stretching hands towards the merciless sky of dark



...

There in the dark are flying black crows

Performing heady funeral ritual



Spells uproar deadly silence

Wind is dancing alone in the tangle of woods

Withered flowers whisper my name, whisper my name...

, ,

...

Praying for life, moaning but they don't know

How beautiful they are in these black garments



The Sun has just gone down the silent calm lake

And the Dark called for the mournful Moon

My heart is bound in melancholy forever lost in the

wood

Within the deserted gloomy soul of Fall