I went on a walk in the woods,
With sillohetted trees and painted skies,
Out of the stillness came a Tick Tick Tock
A flutter of wings and a who?

A creak in the silence,
Tick Tick Tock,
The slow clop of hooves in the dark,

When the sun sets and the moon begins to rise,
Ask not the sounds that follow,
The tired clop of hooves,
The lingering tick of a clock,
The creak of a coffin,
The shrill who of an owl

Unexpected, slowly creeping,
The dark begins to grow,
Creatures haunt your shadows,
An owl with age in his eyes and a clock on his face,
As it's hands whisper the time,
A deer with a coffin on his back and tired, aching legs,
As he lays upon the ground

These creatures accompany you,
As you lay in your wooden carriage,
Through life and through death
They are there counting down,

When the top shuts,
And your bed sinks beneath the ground,
Your clock stops ticking and a tree begins to grow,
Where you take your eternal nap,
The owl shuts his eyes and fades to dust,
Nurtures the tree

Embrace the stillness and setting of the sun,
When the moon rises,
And the dark grows,
Ask not the sounds that follow