蒼穹，翽羽

The fire is almost dead,
needs more wood to add.
I went into the woods
After the first frosts.
Found some blackthron
On my path along
I pick and taste
Scents of a feast

Once we had it grown in our flowerbed,
Which now breed heathers you deserted.

Giggled the raven
Ugly voice it spoken
Oh, it's poisoned,
He said.
Poisoned,
With my
Own
Pain.

I died in the woods alone.
I will be known by none.

Legend has it that the woods is haunted.
There is someone – lonely – ever ever after.