The Call of the Wood

Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle to be completed. I'm walking through this autumnal mist where everything dies and where everything's a

I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face and the branches of the trees are crying in the big empty of this night. Step by step along the shadow path the black cloak of darkness opens the door in the place of eternal silence. Wha strange emotions