Into the Woods of Hope

We are the vision of a life already lived
a mist of genuine and fallen ones
the sound of the wind flows back to me again
in the curtains of the window of my heart

Tell me one last tale before I die tonight
aside the river of my amber tears
death is the way, a doubt that haunts me everytime
I lay down to sleep to forget the day

He blew away the hope
the light of the sun
under the bright moon
and into the woods

By: DarkCapricorn