I have sat by the silent fields at dusk;
And by those still leaves and cold air
And that sordid silence that grows on you,
I have felt and known them presence there.

Alone in those dim times after sunset,
I felt as numb as those fallen leaves.
When the wind blew those leaf-corpses away,
I could feel them dead people alive.

I have seen them black birds flying around;
Confused little wings circling the sky,
Away from the reach of the ghostly clouds
That fume forward like widening smoke.

There are them trees lined on the horizon;
Dark forests with a cold mystery.
I have seen them eyes looking me from there
And have heard the dead, wounded trees breathe.

I could feel them hands creeping up my neck.
I could see tortured souls and dark pasts
And the dead who lived their time on that mud,
Lying around like the cold night air .

One day, I too would die and join them
And be a dead piece of this cold night.
I knew I will be slowly joining
Those black ghosts that invaded the sky.