Poem by Marc Aupiais
Alone.. the forest I brave, I view the twilight serenade...
In Deathly silence do I wade:
The darkened trees, make the stroll an escapade:
Desperate, the silent night's knife drives me on,
Alone, lonesome, terrified, I hardly dare a glance, a breath
All alone I stroll: abandoned by you,
Apart from hope,
Broken, and terrified I walk:
Desiring that you be here to be,
Separate do we, stroll, and walk ...walk: through the wood, and onto the deathly ice!
Hope now wavers: truth near shattered,
In the forest, my soul vibrates!