18 April 2012
Mist hung around the treetops, like a blanket in the night,
Silent souls crept around the forest, listening out of sight,
Empty eyes looked up from the river, and stared into the moon,
And what once had been an ivory eye was now a deep maroon.
The more they listened, the more they heard,
Though the night was silent still,
For nothing ever made a sound upon that little hill.
Then he came ridding,
Thundering hooves chopping up the moor,
He road through the fields and into the forest,
He road to the river as he had once before.
He jumped off his steed, and patted her head,
Then walked to the river, where the eyes of the dead stared at him through a sheet of time forgotten glass,
And whispered softly,
You may pass.
With careful tread,
He crossed the water's swell,
Watched by ominous milky eyes,
Forgotten by all except the depths of water in which they dwell.
He stood up boldly,
And called a name,
But nobody answered,
Nobody came.
He now knew what there was to be done,
He picked a spot where the wind whistled on high,
Then slowly approached the edge,
And whispered softly his last goodbye.
No star would twinkle in the sky,
It was truly a starless night.
A Starless Night • Opuss № I