The moon with its pale figure
Breathes a silent whisper
Into my porcelain ear
It tells me I shall not fear
As I lie in the vast meadows
Underneath its beauty
The trees cast their shadows
Embracing me in darkness
Rotting just like me
The raven sings so vividly
Its music brings death to my lips
As my bones begin to wither
The clouds smother the life
Out of the moon
And out of me
A tear streams out of my eye
As chilling winds move up my spine
For I am dying like the leaves of Autumn