The black river, it slithers
it’s way to the sea,
And the skeleton trees
stand stark in the night,
I pull up the darkness
a shroud to surround me,
A sliver of moon,
casts the world’s only light,
And the wind whispers softly
of words long unspoken,
Like fleeting shadows
on the edge of my mind,
Promises I’ve kept
and those that I’ve broken,
And something forgotten
I’ve been meaning to find,
But night obscures vision
and the colors they fade,
And the road that I can’t see
still calls me to roam,
I go as to a lover
my soul unafraid,
Ebony wings to surround me
and welcome me home.

JDoyle