Spring

There is life everywhere but in my Heart.
The Springtime Sun is shining,
But no light can take away the darkness in my soul.
The sky is morningstained, and the mist is beginning to dance o'er the moorland.
The ending of another dream has come,
I have awoken to see the dew gathering on her pale skin.
So Beautiful,
So Dark…
I have felt her soul dying ever since she fell into my arms,
But I shall take her on the Gracious Deathwinds,
For thereafter we shall never be apart.
I can no longer dream of such positive and optimistic things,
The Funeral of my "Dreams" has long since passed,
And my will to live is fading by the day.
Flowers and trees are awakening…
The Great Conifers and vast ferns, marshes and somber woodland greet me once again
The winds of springtime are darkening my Soul.
I sense the bitterness of Bereavement arising like mist,
Like the mist all around us as we stand in the dense forest.
I feel for her so, but I will her lose her soon, I know it.
The owls and ravens are singing their gloomy threnodies,
The dim veil of beauty in this deep, forgotten, miserable forest shimmers,
And Rain begins to pour, a Grey sullen sky, overcast and grim.
This place is so depressing,
My Heart is thick in cemeterial fog.
I hold her in my arms.
I am lurking in the misery of this funeral wood.
Mist rises…
Rain pours…
A Sorrowful atmosphere is all around.
In the trees,
In the soil,
In the air, like a chill rising from the ground.
Bleak, Woeful, I wish she had longer to be with me,
I will be alone for some time after she dies.
The Winds of springtime, blowing the petals through the air,
Blowing the raindrops onto the ferns and trees.
The thickets are enchanted by this breeze…
The dampness all around, the freshness and purity of the Forest.
So sad,
Everlasting.
'Neath the pouring sky.
The mourning of this dying season has begun,
Let us begin the Ceremony of spring's Funeral.