The bitterness of a cold nights air,
Leaves me alone and bare;
With the occasional flickering light,
I walk in darkness with nowhere to go;
The path silent, with trees swaying
I came forth the silver glint of the moon.
Reflecting upon the river, its glow bright as ever;
Even the moon, with its innocent light, leave me desolate;
For the world is so much bigger than I am.
I continue on, along the forsaken path, until I am no more.
Slumped against a tree, closing my eyes,  until I solely hear the rustling of the trees