I lost my way
Following the path
Winding night and day
Away from dear hearth
Whistling strong
The wind held my breath
I stopped to throng
And catch my breath
A landscape of trees
Grass flooding the fields
Like warriors crafting seas
Of axes, swords and shields
The sun throbbed bright
Hanging over the horizon
A tasteful, golden light
Rays of such powerful vision
Like a wonderful mutiny
Long shadows being cast
A scene of horrifying beauty
Night approached fast
Desolate darkness so strange
The face of wilderness under a hood
The terrain began to change
But it wasn’t for the good
Fog drifted across the sky
Like hell-bound clouds above
The glades cracked dry
A war of evil against love
Birch wood shrivelled grey
As nature became a prey
Leaves withered to brown
Rain crashed and spewed down
Freezing into sleet and frost
All of the meadows were found to be lost