Of Mystery

In a forsaken realm
They remain in limbo
Searching for a way
To express their story

Where the air has a downcast chill
That speaks desolate secrets
Of long forgotten lore
Set in stone

And the wind howls
Through naked branches
While leaves waltz
Along the ground

When darkness falls
Gentle weeping
From the sky
Shares the only light

For the moon is stolen
By an impulsive cloud
While beams sway out
To grasp the light of the stars

In a silent serenade
Enchanted shadows linger
Among the landscape
Beckoning one to stay

For a sudden warmth
Carried by foresight
That will invade
Upon the once chill air

Leading to the eyes that burn
With the sins of mortals
Pleading for them to understand
That there is so much more...